Silence Cripples the Lead

My pencil is dull and my mood is in a lull my hand has stalled and my thoughts had walled I’ve written about all there is to say Just can’t think much of anything today. I feel like the hands of a worn out clock going around and around like tick tock the hands lock up and don’t speak out leaving my words in a sudden drought. the eraser is brittle from not being used tends to feel left out and somewhat confused all of my pencils are now collecting dust laid out beside my laptop feeling less trust. they’ve been employed and gained a reputation now abandon and restless at their work station if I only had some ideas to inspire my write my leads would perk up and say “all write”’!!!! but the fact is I have nothing much to say which makes me wonder if they’ll die and decay it would be hard to watch them chip and crack am sure they’d love to give me a smack. I sit on the hills hoping to get an aspiration to create a poem that would gain some admiration if my leads become dead that’ll be less I’ve said therefore don’t look ahead for what you haven’t read. I tried to giggle you by writing just that but I see you weren’t amused with the chat I don’t have any good quills with a fine head just a few old no.2 pencils with lead instead.