It's five in the morning,

No ten words can be drawn

My pencil is rigid.

I'm playing chess with one pawn


Ten minutes pass by me,

The picture still blank.

I'm stuck in one spot

Like a car with an empty tank.


Thirty minutes pass by me,

No progress has been made.

This story is going nowhere,

Like sunbathing in the shade.


It's now been ten hours,

My mind is on lock.

Oh my Lord!

I hate writers block.