![]() The WriterA Poem by Mercury Mirrors![]() All day & night for me it's an uncontrollable urge to write...so I wrote about that too XD...& most of my poems ARE fueled by heartbreak...Enjoy.![]()
Vent my anger, sadness, & pain.
On my sore hands, black ink stains.
Fill the paper to the brim,
With all of my thoughts, happy & grim.
The scratching of a pen fills the night,
I sit, wide-awake, by candlelight.
Is there an off button for my hand?
This urge to write, I can’t understand.
It keeps me up till the break of dawn,
As I slouch on my desk, I stifle a yawn.
My hand twitches, wanting to write,
But I can’t anymore, so I hold my head tight.
Words push against the walls of my skull,
I can’t see around me, everything’s dull.
Haven’t seen another person for 3 full days.
The past week for me is all a haze.
What is going on here, what happened to me?
Why is poems & stanzas all that I see.
Did heartbreak drive me to this state?
Or is this just an artist’s fate?
I guess until my head is clear,
I’ll just stay where I am, sit here.
At least I have something to do.
To keep me from thinking about you.
Written by, Elizabeth Ann McClure © 2008 Mercury MirrorsAuthor's Note
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Added on April 13, 2008Last Updated on May 13, 2008 Author![]() Mercury MirrorsPensacola, FLAboutOkay, for lack of time, (and most of all for the sake of nostalgia for my angsty and self-absorbed teenage years), I have ripped one of those ancient myspace surveys from the forgotten planes of the i.. more..Writing
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