Dawn & Dusk

Being a poet
Is a terrible curse
I am condemned to write
Everything in verse

Rhymes haunt me
And metaphors stalk me
Everywhere I look
I see potential for stories

Sometimes I sit
In complete darkness
Try to starve this monster
Until it is harmless

But then my mind’s eye
Suddenly cracks open
The absence of stimulation
No hindrance to its function

Other times I drown it
With streams of information
Hold its head under water
To suppress its creation

But there is no stopping it
There can be no resistance
So give me a pen and paper
And let’s just get on with it