Tap
The room is peaceful, serene
and then
TAP
That one little noise,
many disregard.
TAP
Breathe in deeply,
count to three.
TAP
Exhale.
Trying to concentrate,
proves to be impossible.
TAP
Through the powers of telepathacy,
begging them to stop.
TAP
Unfortunatley though,
to no avail.
TAP
Slowly standing,
facing the offender.
TAP
Crossing the room,
on a mission.
TAP
Snatching the pen,
chucking it far, far away.
The room stands still,
and it is quiet at last.
It is over.
But then,
TAP
I snap back to reality,
and there it is.
TAP
No escaping it,
no stopping the dreadful rythm.
TAP
Of that pen,
TAP
TAP
TAPPING
the desk.