Writer’s Block

I put pen to paper

place fingers on keys

look down at the blank page

look up at the screen

 

Nothing

 

I tap pen against teeth

I run fingers through hair

I light other cigarette

and think ‘Do I still care?’

 

Still Nothing

 

I pace up and down

tap out beats on my thigh

I gaze out of the window

and up at the sky

 

Hang on… No, it’s gone