Write! says the voice in my head
and so my fingers fly
words spinning out of nothingness
darkness invading
pushing me evermore down.
This is your constant
Always will it welcome you
back into the darkess.
Fractured fragments
of heart felt dreams
lie lifelessly, listlessly
forgotten on the floor -
Who would want them now?
A jigsaw puzzle missing pieces
misunderstood art
I am passed over
in the bargain bin.
I am my own worst enemy
I argue with myself
and no one interjects
on my behalf.
And so on
and so on it goes,
pushing me forward
telling me to write
commanding me
in imperative tones
I cannot ignore.
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