The writer’s block

Tick Tock! Tick Tock!
Watching the clock,
Fiddling with pen,
Facing the block.

Inking the pages,
Crumpling them all,
Tossing them over,
Like basket ball.

Train of the thoughts,
Ramming the wall,
The writer within,
You cannot recall.

Writing a line,
Scratching it clean,
Can’t put to words,
Sights you have seen.

Tick Tock! Tick Tock!
Flies away time,
Pacing the hall,
For a single line.

The pen is asleep,
But sleep you cannot,
Restless, breathless,
Connecting the dots.

Wandering, fearing,
Is it the end?
The pen seems broken,
Will it ever mend?