late nights

click click click
the incessant pressing of
the ball point pen
it never seems to cease
click click click
click

getting ready to scribble down
incoherent thoughts
anything that comes to mind
anything
just anything
but nothing did
click

glancing at the clock
which read half past eleven
drooping eyed and weary minded
click

looking blankly at the empty page
which stared back
glaring white
the more the pen went clicking
as time stealthily went ticking
click click click
click

click

tick

click

tick

click

alas! the clicking stopped
all was still and silent
only the pen dropped
click
it gave its last cry
before a peculiar sound crept in

Zzz Zzz Zzz
....