Bottled-Up

tick-tock, tick-tock 
writers block, lost thoughts
tick-tock, tick-tock
words gone, lost flocks
tick-tock, tick-tock
the clock, won’t stop
tick-tock, tick-tock
please stop, writers block

So much to say,
without words to convey.
tick-tock, tick-tock
My mind in a bind,
without nothing to write.
tick-tock, tick-tock
All these emotions to fight,
is their any light in sight.
tick-tock, tick-tock
Hours have gone by,
with no poetry brought to life.
tick-tock, tick-tock
Writers-block, writers gone,
lost thoughts, thoughts gone,
the fucking clock won’t stop,
tick-tock, tick-tock
Please just stop!