PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Damn you

Foul hobby

Blasphemous employment

You only come in pain

And visit far too often

Rarely coming to fruition

Why must I hate what I love?

Why is it harder than dancing on the head of a pin?

Damn it

I have to drive myself crazy

Just to put this pen to paper

And scowl out these useless lines

That only make sense to me

But it’s like a drug

I just can’t stop

I have to have my fix

So I pick up this pen

And I fail, fail, fail

And do it again

It’s my heroin

Both my joy and my pain

But damn it

I have to do it again