While I sometimes like to write a poem without giving the “story” behind it, in this case I wanted to do a dark poem about writing. I wanted to try to make the passionate urge/fear of writing something tangible.
It’s a conversation between a writer and that feeling, which slowly drives her mad.
You ooze out of my skin
I will slice you and leave scars
That itch and sting
Do I make you uncomfortable?
You take glee in knowing that I….
You have no immunity to me
That I will fall ill to your poison
Again and again
For every small triumph over you
I will make you suffer more
You grow like a tumour in my head
You are ever aware of my presence
But you are too small to cut out
Lest you slice that part of your brain
That holds my sanity
That precious sanity
That I cling to like a babe to its mother
That I’m so quick to steal from you
So in darkness I fall
‘Til the day comes when you say
And you quietly give into madness
Pausing just long enough to hear you say
“What took you so long?”
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