I was mad at Writing
I felt that Writing had betrayed me.
Writing stopped being what I needed it to be
Namely an escape,
A way to put things down that weighed on me.
So I rejected Writing.
I kicked Writing out.
I banished Writing
As I felt it had banished me.
I was like Donald Trump
when Macy’s dropped him;
Nah nah, I don’t care!
I was gonna leave you anyway Writing!
I pulled away from Writing.
Writing failed me
Writing cut me out off from its warm
Writing spit me out.
Writing washed in and washed out
Writing tapped on the glass window of me
Peaked in at me
But would no longer enter,
Writing teased me but no longer held promise.
I was in a sinking boat made of Writing
tossing out words as fast as I could to stay afloat,
but writing drowned me finally
because I was water logged with words
tied to the dead weight of Writing
and when I hit bottom
Blank pages floated to the surface.