Masked Self-Destruction, Method XIII

To write or not to write
Never a good opener
But the question remains
Leading into, if affirmative
The logical next question…
What shall I write?

My notebook’s far away
No access to those phrases that taste
So bitter, sour, cloyingly sweet
Descriptive and poetic
They’re not here right now.

I miss writing.
Bottling up…and then what?
No expression! No release!
Pressure points! Pressure points!

But alas, I haven’t much to say
Same ol’, same ol’…never said it was good
Typical doesn’t mean it’s okay.

I’m burning out
Failing
And it’s only the third week
My mind is too fogged and desperate
Limbs heavy with sleep
Clumsy
Accidental, unintentional
(introduction of rhyme scheme, midway)
Like nothing else in my life.

I set myself up
Then proceeded to
Kick my own legs out from under me.
Typical.
Yawning abyss of destruction
Just another day.