Muse

One of my newer poems. I'm trying the site out a little still. Please try not to steal my phrases. I'm very protective of them =) Enjoy.

The keyboard is my pen

Thoughts are my muse

 

The dawn of another morning comes

Prematurely

Leading into another day

 

I type about it into the morning,

About the beautiful skies

And their hues

 

Brilliance glows upon my screen

The flow of words mesmerizing

 

My fingers acting on their own accord

Skating across the board

Gracefully

 

My head sagging and jerking back up

I am not tired,

But it resembles a pianist

Absorbed in their own piece

 

Bowing to the rhythm of the keys

The beat of the song

The writing calls to me…

 

I wake up in the dead of night

To write

 

I am the slave of my own thoughts

They haunt me

With no end in sight

 

My fingers are nothing but chilling bone

From overuse

 

Invisible blood is pricked from their tips

 

The words flow easily,

Like a possession,

I cannot but force to comply with its orders

 

Under my eyes

There are circles

 

Deep dark crescents,

Bagging from this torment

 

I fight to keep my eyes open

My art

Forcing me to exhaustion

 

I want to throw this computer out,

But I know my thoughts won’t allow it

I am under their merciless impulse

 

I have to keep writing,

Or I will be driven insane by these ideas

 

This incomprehensible madness

Flows from me

In the form of words

 

Sentences, phrases, words

They must all be written

They must

 

I wished this madness would cease,

But I know I am merely the courier

To the thoughts of the unknown

The unrecognized

 

I cannot stop

I realize this

 

Maybe my brain has a glitch

Maybe I am meant to be different,

Maybe I was always meant to be the Writer

Of words unspoken

 

I will always be like this

And like a curse,

It will be forever mine

 

Reviews

[Kt]

Parts a little redundant. Other than that, good job.

[Poeticpiers]

well expressing the compulsive writers in ability to conytrol the muse who neither rests nor sleeps. Composed in poetic prose I must admit my prefernce for metered verse but you held my interest

[Zarathustra]

WOW....

you Captured me all the way until the End