The WriterA Poem by Mercury MirrorsAll day & night for me it's an uncontrollable urge to write...so I wrote about that too XD...& most of my poems ARE fueled by heartbreak...Enjoy.
Vent my anger, sadness, & pain.
On my sore hands, black ink stains.
Fill the paper to the brim,
With all of my thoughts, happy & grim.
The scratching of a pen fills the night,
I sit, wide-awake, by candlelight.
Is there an off button for my hand?
This urge to write, I can’t understand.
It keeps me up till the break of dawn,
As I slouch on my desk, I stifle a yawn.
My hand twitches, wanting to write,
But I can’t anymore, so I hold my head tight.
Words push against the walls of my skull,
I can’t see around me, everything’s dull.
Haven’t seen another person for 3 full days.
The past week for me is all a haze.
What is going on here, what happened to me?
Why is poems & stanzas all that I see.
Did heartbreak drive me to this state?
Or is this just an artist’s fate?
I guess until my head is clear,
I’ll just stay where I am, sit here.
At least I have something to do.
To keep me from thinking about you.
Written by, Elizabeth Ann McClure © 2008 Mercury MirrorsAuthor's Note
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Added on April 13, 2008Last Updated on May 13, 2008 AuthorMercury MirrorsPensacola, FLAboutOkay, for lack of time, (and most of all for the sake of nostalgia for my angsty and self-absorbed teenage years), I have ripped one of those ancient myspace surveys from the forgotten planes of the i.. more..Writing
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