Time is tick tick ticking away.
My ideas come and go.
Silence surrounds me.
Every little sound distracts me.

My ideas come and go.
The deadline is approaching.
Every little sound distracts me.
The remains blank.

The deadline is approaching.
MY fist clamps tighter around my pen.
The paper remains blank.
Now the words in my mind have disappeared.

My fist clamps tighter around my pen.
My mind fishes for inspiration in an empty pool.
Now the words in my mind have disappeared.
And this poem remains unwritten.

My mind fishes for inspiration in an empty pool.
Silence surrounds me.
and this poem remains unwritten.
Time is tick tick ticking away.