Insanity Can Have Me

I have to write. I need to write. Write, d****t, write! Hey... why am I bleeding?

First blush, the rush

And then... nothing

The spark of inspiration fizzles

Why is it so hard to finish a story?

 

Sitting here

so high on my own imagination

The ideas float and flitter and buzz

nagging at my conscious mind

The stories I've given birth to

and then abandoned like orphans

 

They pound, the sound

Crying out... and silent

My own id is plaguing me

Why did I give up so easily?

 

Push harder

to do what I know I must

There's a story needing to be fed

a healthy diet of my ego and my pain

Sucking every drop of dignity

until I am ready, again, to be exposed

Reviews

[L.G. Knight]

nicely done!

~Frances~

[Randy Mckenica -writers..]

I was reading it as a metaphor for something else... then i read the other reviews and realized it was just another case of writer's block. cute poem.

[Shane]

Supurbly written..describes the emotion very well, and what you are going through..nice work

This was good. I liked how you captured what it is like to have writers block!

[EvesDaughter]

smiling as I read this...
been there, done that.
In fact, just posted a
poem today called,
Scattered...along the
same premise ;) You
held my interest with
this and I like your
presentation...very good.

Eve

[Laurel Ducky]

this poem captures that "its on the tip of my brain if only i could find it..." feeling perfectly :) i love your word choise.

[B. Lapinski]

Amen to the Id. keeps us human..right. Great job here..

[B. Lapinski]

"given birth TO"....NOTHING ELS...greta work my friend....

[J. James Reider]

Good job on capturing the mind of an author that just can't quite close the door on his stories. This is what I like to call a reflection piece, writing about writing. They are always very interesting and very intuitive. Terrific!