An Anything Poem

 

                           I sit in this chair -

                           With nothing to say.

                           I stare at the screen...

                           It won’t go away.

 

                           I look out the window -

                           The same trees are there.

                           Traffic zips by...

                           It hasn’t a care.

 

                           What is that sound?

                           Tick...tick...tick...tick...tock!

                           It’s the incessant taunt -

                           Of a mocking wall clock.

 

                           How can I escape?

                           Oh, where is the key?

                           Write an anything poem -

                           And then I’ll be free.

 

                           A headace is coming.

                           My brain won’t comply.

                           An anything poem...

                           I wish...with a sigh.