To write more would be a lie,

I cannot squeeze out

One more line,

To copy would disrespect

Those who lost,

Their minds for a piece of text

I've tried filling my own head

With anything,

That would help the pen -

To make the ink flow faster

But it won’t,

For I am not the master

Though I hold the tool,

Hammer to anvil,

I’m merely a fool

Crossing eyes and dotting t’s

While watching words

Fall wherever they please,