Yare Yare Daze

I had a school assignment :/

How many times do I have to write this line,

How many times does it need to take?

Why can’t it all be over, when do I get a break?

Give me a moment to catch my breath--

Give me a second to seal my death--

Give me a moment to type out this line--

Give me a second to let out a sigh!

This endless writing is haunting me,

Because I have nothing really to say.

This endless writing is ending me,

Because I feel so hopeless, okay?

Its bitter sweet, this writing, 

It's everything, this writing,

It's all me, this writing,

And yet there is never a real meaning.

Never a real meaning behind this writing.

What’s the theme? What are you saying?

I could write it in plain sight!

Or I could give you a whole story,

I could make you sing,

I could cause a catastrophe, end the world,

I could mutter in your ear, I could chant--

In a megaphone! Or, I could write all these lines,

And wonder why-- just why?

So, let me drop this pen.

Or, I suppose,

Close my computer. 

Let me take a break,

And think about it again.

Because there is nothing harder--

For me, anyway--

Than writing a real meaning

Behind why I am this way.

What’s it mean that I have to think,

Really hard to string words together,

Because I know they’ll have to read

All these words put together?

That I have to be cautious with

All the cruel things I want to say,

And I can’t vent because they will

Think, you’ve got to be insane!

Maybe I am, but it doesn’t matter.

I’m here now, and I’m writing.

I am writing these lines, with no meaning.

I’m writing, writing, and writing.

And I just want to say, I suppose,

I'm just tired. I want a break, but 

That's not in their plans.

So I’ll keep writing, until it all ends.

And then I’ll fade away,

In death one cannot escape.

The world will end-- my world, my catastrophe,

And I’ll lie down there, with a note on me:

I tried, I tried this thing,

Where I wrote words that meant nothing.

And they still gave me a purpose, something

I had to do. And now I lay dead, as you decipher

What I meant.

Reviews

[GlendaK]

Write. Somewhere, somehow your words are reaching the one who needs them now. Never stop writing because that is your gift; Like musicians write down words and music all become a riff. Rhyme and reason to everything under the sun. Nobody promised it would all be fun. But you have a purpose the same as every creature God creates. So keep writing because sooner or later your words reach the one who waits.