My mind won’t crack a wheel,
My hands are frozen stiff.
My imagination won’t reveal,
My sentences are in a rift.
“I need to write a poem!”
The words keep shouting at me.
I hear the clock ticking,
As I lied down helplessly.
I couldn’t get a word.
I couldn’t get a phrase.
The pressure keeps on,
Slapping at my face.
Staring back at my book,
Scribbled with ink of black shade.
With an excited look,
It’s a poem I said.
