Something (anything)

(Originally published by Horror Sleaze Trash)

staring at a blank page

waiting for the word to escape

wanting the poem or story to come

something creative

to make me feel alive

any goddamn thing

to make my day worthwhile

so my reason for existence on earth

wasn’t just to make rich people more rich

my purpose today wasn’t just to sweat

eat and pay taxes

that doesn’t sound like

a life I am interested in

a deep dark hole of nothingness

one which escape is unforeseeable

then the thoughts of my parents

that died young come to mind

makes me more frustrated

rips at my soul

further hinders my ability

to elevate from this sink

so I pour another

and realize that tomorrow

is a different day