Pac-Man Writing

Lost, in a maze,

Writer’s block for days.

Idea pops into mind,

The words, I’ll try to find.

Fingers start to fly,

Stagnant feeling starts to die.

Small step, by step, more text,

There’s a big time breakthrough next.

Chasing the next sentence,

It won’t escape my presence.

Turn a corner yet once more,

Slam my head into a door.

Stuck once again.

Counting down from ten.

Patience I’ll try to find,

But this wears upon my mind.

Time is chasing me,

The finish I wish to see.

Writing’s like a game.

No two pieces are the same.

Playing until the end,

No more prose once I am dead.

My name on the high score,

People wishing I’d written more.

Future readers I hope will find,

This work I’ve left behind.

I’ve enjoyed hours of pursuit,

I’ve caught a lot of fruit.

This game has been fantastic,

The chase was quite dramatic.

Writing has truly become my friend,

I’ll continue ‘til my game-over end.