I Sit and Write
I sit and write, and I'm writing now.
I listen to my mother howl,
I watch my brother sulk and scowl,
I hear my cat scamper and prowl.
I sit and write, and am writing now.
I sit and write, and take a pause.
I decide whether to add a supporting clause,
Into my stomach my cat buries his paws,
I intend to end this semi-epic poem like Jaws,
I sit and write, and take a pause.
I sit and write, and get a rush,
Much like when I grab a canvas and brush,
Similiar to every kiss and every touch,
After my words and thoughts get a creative push,
I sit and write, and get a rush.
I sit and write, and look at the clock.
Tik-Tok.
Tik-Tok.
And hope I don't die of Writer's Block.
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