#PoetProblems

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 a thing

Mind: remember when?

What in the hell?

Can’t you take a break?

Life is waiting

Soul’s on another take

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 to form a promise

Between me and my 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 brain demanding you write right now? Yeah. This is what happens when the muse doesn’t care that you haven’t eaten, slept, or done a single responsible thing all day. Oops. — Liora
voice through fire | www.liorawrites.com