May 2017
Why do I write?
it's better asked
why do I breathe?
when I could submit
to life's travails
the thousand slights
doubting words
inside my head
while the reprieves
are too brief
spanning gaps
between the pain
or should say
existing's game
I'm asked to play
pass the time
moving the pieces
across the board
a daily pursuit
paused to consider
thoughts put to page
hoping they are seen
by the travelers
of like design
also scribbling
in their own blood.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 2017030.
it's better asked
why do I breathe?
when I could submit
to life's travails
the thousand slights
doubting words
inside my head
while the reprieves
are too brief
spanning gaps
between the pain
or should say
existing's game
I'm asked to play
pass the time
moving the pieces
across the board
a daily pursuit
paused to consider
thoughts put to page
hoping they are seen
by the travelers
of like design
also scribbling
in their own blood.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 2017030.
A friend posted a meme that stated, “it’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken”. This is true. The muse comes in many forms, and if a broken heart is the cause, well, scribble on!
