Stop worrying about how butchered your words will appear on paper.
Words roam of their own free will,
do not interfere lest they
catch you and bewitch your mind into
muddled, gray matter, dripping on the floor

or, perhaps, seize you in your sleep and
[wake up]
take your mind to a ferocious realm to prep
for an internal sort of battle

with your brain’s Death as the consequence

Hah, you think they will allow its passage to
tomorrow if you lose? [ignore them]
These warriors want only to capture you,
mold you, and destroy you as you’re stifled
against the bed in drowsiness...

They will not let you come alive again.
do not interfere lest they catch you
and twist your mind... or...perhaps... seize you...
in your sleep...

12/03/2004

Author's Note: I feel like I'm battling everytime I sit down to write a poem (major writer's block) and this is how I envisioned an author becoming so captivated in their work (or lack thereof) that it controls their mind. Odd, I know. ~~ Edit: Was called Advice to the Author until I realized it got only 5 reads under that name.

Posted on 12/28/2004
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