Are you going to give up now?
She asked me.
She didn’t really ask, as much as she was showing me
I have no other options.
Of course I wasn’t going to give up.
I am a puppet of my own violent motivation.
Steadily, repeatedly, until I die.
And you will die before you give up.
That was the message.
This is what I wake up to,
jarring and unrelenting reason.
If only I had her focus,
or her concentration.
She’s probably clicking her nails,
dulling until I stop writing.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
Are you going to give up now?
She asked me.
She didn’t really ask, as much as she was showing me
I have no other options.
Of course I wasn’t going to give up.
I am a puppet of my own violent motivation.
Steadily, repeatedly, until I die.
And you will die before you give up.
That was the message.
This is what I wake up to,
jarring and unrelenting reason.
If only I had her focus,
or her concentration.
She’s probably clicking her nails,
dulling until I stop writing.