A Literary Shiner

Ideas bounce around in my head at an alarming rate

and I have nothing to show for my thoughts 

until I spill them out

to be seen 

 

Blank pages intimidate

more than they inspire

and I'm finding that I've formed

an addicition 

to watching a screen 

fill up with words

 

Like a day old black eye

my writing darkens the page 

over time

becoming more and more intensified 

for all the world to see

 

Attention is paid 

and explanations are needed

but popularity shifts to indifference

as the once exciting 

and unexpected shrinks back to nothing

 

Similarly though as time goes on 

my ideas slowly fade 

back to obscurity 

until I welcome a new muse

to punch me in the face