The Pressure Inside

by Sam M. Phillips

Stop telling me to write!

I need to turn out the light

Inside my head,

I’ve fed

It too much rubbish,

Furnish it with too much dross,

I’m at a loss

As to how to proceed,

I don’t heed

Good advice,

There’s nothing nice

About my process,

I can’t do my best

With you bugging me,

Can’t you see

That I’m driven mad?

This scrivener sad

And so sentimental,

All I do is detrimental,

I’m so mental,

Nothing physical touches,

My back slouches

Over the keyboard,

Every word

Is a chore,

I don’t need to write more,

But I can’t decide

What to show and what to hide,

At least in poetry I can confide,

Ride myself into the ground,

No story to be found,

No energy to use,

I abuse

My chemicals,

Ask too much of them,

Depend on my mood

To write anything good,

I know I should

Not bother to record

This but I can afford

To spend some ink

Describing how I link

One thought to another,

Why do I bother?

I cover page after page,

Writing in rage,

And nothing comes of it,

I need to sit

Down and hit my deadlines, It’s the only way to feel fine.

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