I am asked to write
to bare my soul

pieces inside me rumble
to spread my mind onto dark portions

night becomes solace to woken space
belonging to addled *** *** sportscenter  
cramping my hands on a controller
finding reasons
for sparing time

the question
I write to spell out inspiration
spend time seeing if I have it within, still
i do
total capability

frustration builds unable to escape dreary town until it is time
time to emerge
granted wings
drag them out and swing them out

i WRITE
to free reason from its cage and get ***** with insight
placing real frustration of boredom to print and send alight
blazing inside deep as caves go to Mexican Wells deep into mothers *****

I write
expressed in variation
and value inside
which, unseen turns rusted orange
flaking off
until pages are written

i write because I am asked to
I am given an option to
and I write to make boredom into a tool of my own design