Writer's (____________)

Swimming in the water

Swimming all around.

Swimming in the ocean.

On my own in my own world.

Just there

And swimming.

Words

Coming to mind without care.

A whirlwind of vocabulary that is hardly kind.

Swimming, flowing constantly throughout

My mind.

Trying to find sleep

Words mingle together

Creating forms that

I must keep.

Deep in conversation

Words begin their journey,

However

I must emphasize,

The words are always

Present.

Just louder during times they

Find fit.

Frustrated, trying to understand what’s going on

Outside my mind,

What’s going on in class

But the words are itching to be written down.

Try an I might, telling the words

“No, not now, I need to sleep,”

but they are words, they do not listen

Never have I fallen prey to the illness that all writers dread,

The sudden block of words flowing to their heads.

It’s quite a shock,

How my words never stop.

Begin writing one series of words, don’t get to finish

As a result of new words, that do

not belong with the

original set.

Finish those, go back finish the others.

Process never stops

Like animals,

attacking without hesitation,

Demanding to be heard

Trillions of words in my head

and on my notebooks

But only mere thousands have been heard.

My words are angry

My words are sad

Filled with joy

Often depressed,

Occasionally coy.

These words make me

For I make these words.

But do not for one second think

That these words are me

These words

Are mere interpretations

Of what I see, hear, and witness.

These words

Are My interpretations of what I see through

Myself, but mostly through the world itself.

These words,

Have driven people mad.

Trying to find sleep,

Words continue to mingle, not as loud

But creating forms I must keep

Trying to find sleep,

These words will be heard

Capture the one that are loudest.

Now my mind has been assured.

Words forming

when instead I should be focusing on dreadful math.

I hear the words

that people say.

Heavy eyelids,

Head spinning,

Just want to rest for a spell

Lightheaded, unconcentrated.

Drowning in words.

Drowning in their noisy sound.

Even now, i am not feeling well.

Some people would call this,

The writers gift

Or is the the curse of words?