As pen descends down to paper, so void, vast, and blank
At every thought pulled strand by strand, the harder and more I yank
Is it possible that I am to blame…
for this plunge and dive to such wane?
The thought dances back and forth as to tease
I try to dance back but my footing is off
My pen slips and falls without ease
As my thoughts desert their very core
My pen, she cries out!
She begs and pleads for more…
Where the pen meets the mind. you’ll see a vacant sign
Please don’t move in…
She needs time, we need time!
Time is moving, and yet my pen is not
It’s there; I can sense it
It’s there; I can feel it
It’s there, but I can’t find the thought
Pernicious, you are, with no guilt
Annoyingly ticking like a clock
Curse your carved out paper path
As my pen dances into writer’s block