i never write anymore
i try to
i sit here
pen in hand
paper waiting patiently
leering at me
in its blank perfection
i doodle on the margin
wishing i could transfer
the screaming thoughts
pounding against my skull
onto this piece of paper
so it will stop teasing me
why won't these
thoughts just leave me?
why can't my mind be blank
like this aloof sheet of paper?
why are you leaving?
why?
