468 – Unstuck

It’s not the time.
Not good enough.

The mindless loop
Repeats itself.

The page stays blank,
Pencil untouched.

It’s just too late.
I’m much too old.

The blank page stares
Into your soul.

It’s just a dream,
A childish folly.

The page stays blank,
Laughing at you.

A table flies.

A glass is smashed.

A bloody hand.

An empty wall.

“Create or die!”

Huge letters drawn
In crimson bold.

The pencil tight
Within your hand,
You pick the blank page
From the floor
And softly growl
“Let’s rock’n roll.”

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