i write for the demands
in my mind.
they dance on the pages
as my pen meets paper.
they replenish from my tears that drip from my face
& onto the paper.
the deterioration
of my penmanship
fuels their anguish.
their music gets louder
i can feel it
as my head pulses
to the beat of their war drum
my writing is synchronized
to their tune
which causes my body to
ache and shiver
they create on my brain
that has left scars
my demands are relentless
their music still roaring.
i take a final breath
before i close my notebook
and by the click of my pen
silence is redeemed
and their music has
dissolved.