I slam my head against the pages
hoping that the words will
Crying because the Muse doesn’t return
and I have
these emotions swelling in my brain.
There’s no release, no way
No getting rid of this feeling.
Scribbling holes into
trying to sling together how I feel
is no relief for those who try.
My eyes burning with each second I
and I’ve already dried my tears.
The lines on paper
pulsing like veins,
taunting me with every beat.
Oh word, oh
word, just take me now.