NaPoWriMo: Poem #5, My Mind Won’t Crack a Wheel

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.

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