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.

 

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