Nope

White room
Blank page
Tick tick tick of the clock
Tap tap tap of my chewed pencil
Fluorescent light buzzes dimly
Too bright
Sigh
November skin seems even more sallow
Under this clinical lighting
"Winter dreams,"
I begin
"fluttering like snow fla"
SNAP, pencil tip breaks
I flick it
Crinkle yet another sheet
And throw it
Missed the trash can
Look at it
For five seconds
Glance out the window
Distractions
Oh, there’s a dog
Pooped in the neighbor’s lawn
They won’t be happy
Back to the blank page
No,
No more writing
Thoughts would be trapped
Not freed