#PoetProblems

The battle between being drawn to write and literally anything else

Photo by Mykyta Kravčenko on Unsplash

Why is it I
Can never escape
The need to write?
The words can’t wait

Try to plan one
Thing or another
Slammed in the forehead
Why do I bother?

So here I sit
Bleeding out again
Haven’t eaten yet
Mind’s in its own zen

What in the hell?
Can’t you take a break?
Life is there waiting
Body starts to flake

Okay, I see
This is more important
Than everything else
My pieces: discordant

I need a nurse
To check me daily
Make sure I’m alive
That I’ve eaten lately

Maybe I could
Try for a promise
Me and my own bits
Questions and commas

Right, I’m insane
This has shown that
Walk away, then dive
Back: two seconds flat

Author’s Note:
Ever try to be a functional adult, only to get hijacked by your own muse demanding you write right now? Yeah. This is what happens when she doesn’t care that you haven’t eaten, slept, or done a single responsible thing all day. — Liora

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