How Will My Pen Give Thanks?

On edges and extremes, singular distress.
A blank page or a capture by a character
with issues, I fumble towards a dark and
stinky mess. What madness! Deprived of
sleep, of nourishment and other things I
care not to talk about. I visit a doctor and
declare I’m zonked out. He tells me to take
sleep, a prescription that fixes problems.
I go home ready to take sleep, and muse
says no. “You call yourself a writer, write!”
Legs cramping and fingers unfeeling, I sit
and I write. As dawn approaches, a voice
screams: “I need sleep!” and the computer
says no. Side effects? I haven’t even started.
This is, the dark side of creativity. And the
luminary still asks, what do I do for a living?

Note: I’m never bored because I laugh at myself, and people think I’m sane.

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Poem in response to, “The Poesy of Side Effects” for Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.

26 thoughts on “How Will My Pen Give Thanks?

  1. Wow! Very good, and I can certainly relate. Our muses can often be so cruel, and sometimes creativity wells-up inside of us like a volcano ready to explode … but we wait and wait and wait for that explosion followed by relief! You have captured the writer’s experience perfectly, Khaya! 🙂

    1. I’m so glad you can relate, writing is both a wrenching and rewarding process. I try to cheer myself up in those dark moments, sitting at the desk when the world blissfully sleeps. Sometimes I have no inclination to write but sleep, and insomnia is the name of the game. It’s crazy but we can only laugh about it and accept as part of a writer’s life:D

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