Soon a writer hits a block

Once upon a time
When there are no lines nor rhyme
When there are no stories to create,
Words can’t form a simple phrase
They’d be recessing like Nigeria’s economy
Twice upon a time
When it be a white ink on a white sheet
Head be blank like a new page
The muse go so lame
I can’t even put down a dot
For too many commas on my thought
Thrice upon a time
When there’s nothing so right
About the stories I’d write
I’d drop the pen and breathe some air.

Tochi