Wasted Hiding

Wasted not enough to write
Waste some time in trying to write
Jumbled words start to tremble in the hand
A fidgeting pen wants to try and make some sense
Hit hard by the one liners
Punches from a left and a right
Bouncing off corners
As the words fall to the ground
Spilling themselves in a hurry
A coward creeps through the edges
Falling sometimes in between the lines
To bury a voice
That tries to break out of the story