Words can't seem to come out just
Right, my rhythm
Is far off from what it needs
To be. My eager
Eyes scan the blank page,
Restlessly I
Shift in my chair, can't sit still.
Blank paper, blank mind;
Laughter drenched in anger comes
Out of my pursed lips, the pen
Clicking repetitively under my thumb, mind gone
Kaput, all focus is lost.
