A dark, vast, empty room
Words flying uncontrollably left to right
With no destination
No purpose
No pattern

Just seamlessly floating,
Waiting to be carefully selected
To be a part of poem

A long poem

One that seems to go on for an eternity
One that you can’t help but
Want to abolish from your life
And the face of earth

Every time
It seems like the world is
Mercilessly dragging me into that room
The room that holds all poems
The room where you can’t think straight
The room where everything seems to become abstract

Every time

Every time