"21 lines"

Paper on desk, pen in hand 45 minutes to write just 21 lines Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Reading a poem is like walking outside on a beautiful spring day, after hibernating the entire bone chilling winter Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. but writing one is like being stuck in traffic on your first day of work or trying painting a masterpiece without any paint Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I’m a writer, a novelist But the walls of this room are closing in The paper is growing But my pen gets smaller Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I tear the paper in half & grab a new pen Torn and beaten, the poem finally gives in 45 minutes, 21 lines Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.