The clock on the wall is calling, “Tick.”

The odds are up against me; my thoughts are running empty.

The time I have left is falling quick.

Written words are nonexistent, my thoughts are inconsistent.

The page is nondescript, letters struggle to be prolific.

The clock on the wall is calling, “Tick.”

Artistic hands held captive, by thoughts distractive.

A silhouette of a page stays engraved within my gaze.

The time I have left is falling quick.

Focus is ripped away, like a perforated paper.

Pure rhymes rise slow, like percolated vapors.

The clock on the wall is calling, “Tick.”

A mind wanders ahead of a sinister shadow;

A battle against the conscience as it timidly travels.

The time I have left is falling quick.

Writer’s block hits viciously, as I jog my memory.

I hear the clock’s mimicry, as it speaks its soliloquy.

The clock on the wall, it calls me, “Tick.”

The time I had left has fallen quick.

 

 

 

Tyler Treski is a psychology major from Bensalem. He started at Penn State Harrisburg and now studies at the University Park campus. His interests and hobbies include writing rhythm and poetry music and songwriting. He also participated in the Writer’s Resist event in early 2017, where he performed one of his song pieces a capella.