it has me

hotcheetos By hotcheetos, 3rd Jun 2016 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/3vueyp35/
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry>General Fiction

This poem pretty much sums up how it is for me. I write and write but very few people see it. After a while I begin to wonder if any of it makes any sense.

it has me

pens
pencils
paper
scattered across the floor
they litter the coffee table
and sit like little huts
all over the kitchen counter top
I write and write
until I cannot write anymore
I have said everything there is to say
there is nothing left
I have gone as far as I can go
emptied my mind
bared my soul
I hate the thought
that none of it makes any sense
not even to me
not to anyone
all those letters put together to form words
the words strung together to make sentences
line after line leading to nothing
going nowhere
gibberish
scribbled into the page
all those moments wasted away
pages and pages of dead end streets
empty rooms
and bottles of booze
it's a dead lawn
covered in dead leaves
I have to get out of here
I need to escape
a reprieve from the noun
the verb
but I'm addicted
hooked
it has me by the throat
and it won't let go
so I pick up the pen
or a pencil
reach for another blank page
and write
"the ship is black
the sails are red
crew and passengers
long past dead . . ."

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