Why Do You Keep Coming Back
why do you keep coming back
Sometime after I stopped writing, I began again.
And the time after that.
After that as well.
I threw the words away, but
they
came
back.
Like loyal puppies.
Or hellhounds.
I would curse the demon
that took possession of my fingers
and forced me to tap-tap on the buttons
until the edges of my mood smoothed down.
I never thanked it.
I never understood why I needed to.
But perhaps I have learned my lesson.
They reached into nothing
and dragged me into light.
And now I have found them and they will shake my being for months to come
And I will write and write and write until I am ready to feel safe again
Safe knowing I am safe from all meaningful knowledge
All esoteric verse and corrupted metre
Until-
Until I am ready to lay claim to
words written on walls.
It seems like you are very much back with a vengeance.
Copyright © Dylan Wong | Year Posted 2017
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