A Tired Pen

I was just walking
here and there

thinking

what words
would make the poem feel cheerful
joyful

what should spring from where
what letters should pile up
to form the words

that would make me
jump from my seat
and shout

this is it
this is what I mean

that was a long time ago

when I used to think
every piece I wrote
was a masterpiece

now I feel like
I am dragging a pen

didn’t even ask
if it wants to write

didn’t even ask
if it wants to rest

maybe it needs some time
to fill itself with ideas

so much ink
so much typing
so much pretending

that every poem
has to be better
than the one before

that is not going to work
every time

sometimes
the pen needs a break

sometimes
the words need one too

you can’t force them
to be perfect

every time

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