Pen Down....

Eyes glued to the bars of the window pane,
I amassed the strength to switch the pen back on.
As if I got something to scribble but then again..
I ran out of words to title the beginning,
Dunno how many times I repeated the act,
Switching on and off out of sheer frustration.

The blank paper on my letter pad,
Still untouched and still so blank with whiteness.
Nothing comes to my head,
As I tried to think of things to write.
Right through the dark night,
I Juggled with phrases 'can I' or 'can't I'??

Would this be the beginning of the end?
Even if it is, what would it end? I dunno!!!
I've come to a point where my feelings,
No longer just jump off my thoughts
and get themselves inscribed on the paper.

I stared down again,
And pushed my hand again,
Still, nothing but dead silence.
I placed the pen down on the paper.
Didn't even bothered to shut the pen off .
I'll let it dry and leave the paper blank.
I think it's better that way..