Garble

the ticktock clicking by slowly.
when will this end, when will I escape?
the space being wasted
by meaningless garble and jarble.

the empty click
of the silent cursor waits;
ticktock, tocktick.
waiting for these worthless words.

there's no point in this writing.
a story of pointlessness and
total nonsense.
written in the absence of time.

why do i write?
why do i waste breathe?
why waste this meaningless time
on purposeless scrabble talk.

i give up.
this is pointless.