Clueless.

 

Cups of coffee; paper, pen, ink;
dried mouth, absence of sleep;
Shaking hand.
My mind starts to play tricks
I couldn’t comprehend.
These scribbles and obscure words
are staring right into my eyes,
muttering one terrifying
question:

“How can you breathe life into us
if you don’t even understand
how to breathe?”

 

V.A.C.W.
11:28

 

This is not a writer’s block,
or whatever you would name it.
This is just me trying to understand
something I never experienced before.
It took me all night and day.
It robbed me of my sleep.
Yet I remain oblivious.

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