Here I lay on the ground,
eyes closed,
With crumpled paper all around.
When called, I say I'm indisposed,
But my head is spinning 'round.

I feel so trapped,
Like I'm in a cage,
Energy sapped
cause I can't write a page.

Nothing I write
Ever seems good,
No lightbulbs will light,
I feel like they should.

The clock in the hall
Goes Tick tock tick tock,
I'm hitting the walls
Of this darn writer's block!