Scritch scratch
The words
They wont stop coming out.
Scratch scritch
They keep flowing-
They’re not slowing down.
Skitch skatch
I don’t know
If I love it
Or hate it
Skatch skitch
This feeling-
I just can’t shake it.
My emotions spew out
In terms I don’t know.
The words- they don’t stop,
They continue to grow.
The letters just
Keep coming my way
I can’t stop writing,
I’m wasting away.
One,
Two,
Three poems
Four.
I am afraid
I’ll keep writing more.
In these poems
My spirit lingers
I can’t stop
These exhausted fingers.
Exhausted Fingers
