I forget to write.
I forget how it feels to let loose,
hit keys,
touch pen to page
I forget the sweet release
of a violent rage,
a swift phase,
I'm quick to **** a thought's stage
as it is in
motion.
I stop my neural locomotion.
it's a new kind of devotion
to be void of all emotion.
I'm forgetting everyday,
all the things you used to say
and all the things I wanted to say back.
I forget how to attack all my
ambitions.
I'm on a mission
to find a new division
of this life I seem to live in.
I forget how to feel it,
I forget how to give in.
I forget how to succumb
to my fingers and thumbs.
And how to give way
to the trails that are made
between my hands and my brain,
and my heart and the same and
lately there is
nothing.  
I forget
how it feels
to really write
something.