Mind crammed tight
Not allowing me to sleep at night
To many poems in my head
Not many has been released in awhile
So they pile up
Looking for some sort of escape
Keeping me awake at night seems like the only way out
No pen or paper
Technology has taken over
Venting my thoughts on this notebook app
Spell check trying to correct my racing thoughts and inaccurate speed text
Slowing down my process
This isn't making any sense
I should have taken time out of my lazy day
To put my thoughts in order
But I didn't feel like it
I didn't feel like what I was thinking was to meaningful to be written down
I still don't I don't feel like this poem has a powerful purpose
But for some reason I'm writing it down
I can't feel anything I have no love life therefore I have nothing to write about
Love was my life and now that it have left me
I'm blank as this page I'm a poet that has lost her write