Why I Am Here.

Why am I here?

That’s the question

That plagues my ear

I let it in

A fleeting fear

That only I alone

Can hear

Time runs out.

An empty spout

A sputtering

Uttering

Muttering doubt

Begins to shout

“You are what you write!”

That’s the plight

That I take to black ink

to the paper so white

I keep going

Just knowing

That nothing is right

I’m only words.

Meaningless words

Cut my thoughts

Into thirds

Until I am the soul

That is left

I’m bereft

This is a comfort to me.

So I fight it

The darkness

I light it

The spark is

This sentence

This page

Mind is bent

In a rage

Until I get it all out

The part that’s the hardest

The inner catharsis

That keeps me alive

Long enough to write

Another line.

The words replace loneliest tears

And that, I think’s why I am here.

@demcmurphy