Cups of coffee; paper, pen, ink;
dried mouth, absence of sleep;
My mind starts to play tricks
I couldn’t comprehend.
These scribbles and obscure words
are staring right into my eyes,
muttering one terrifying
“How can you breathe life into us
if you don’t even understand
how to breathe?”
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.