Seconds' hand drills.
Right hand is still.
Voice wants to kill,
But heart remained chill.

Cant helpout the thrill,
To digout new pill.
Edgy like a pending bill,
Yet, thoughts chose to dwell.

Annoyed with this new ill,
Which is piercing like shrill.
Helplessness hits hard this jill,
With half filled paper, still.

The way to let it all spill,
Has never been planned still.
Then, the cells' low tuned trill,
By and by caused twirls to frill.

Eventhough the chances are nil,
Brave enough to take up the will.
Together weaved it all like twill,
Eventually to let the page fill.

#D_Pearl #writersblock