AFrAiD

Tick, tock its 2:45pm
My brain spins helplessly trying to think
Trying to think of words to write
I wish to write my story
But my brain has turned to mush
I'm so bored I want to write
I have the words to say or write
But nothing seems to work out right
The story is there
But my story has a phobia of freedom
My hand is frozen
The clock still reads 2:45pm.

The clock ticks loudly in my ear
Its annoying buzz pounds painfully against my skull
Blue-gray eyes twitch back and forth
"You think to much." my other half tells me
Hands still frozen above the line paper
Still the story refuses to flow from its place
3:37pm time screams in my ears.

Tick, tock, tick, tock 4:28pm
Still trying to pick the lock
'Writers block' thats what my friends dignoised me
But I still have words to say or write
There just scared and continue to hind.

Tick, 7:03pm SMASH!! clock shards fly
The writing finally falls to its rightful place
The story begins to flow.