Do Not Write Poem by Igor Wolfson

A vilain with a pen and paper
And everything shouts out: 'Don't write! '
I broke five pens and burnt two tables
My notebooks start to feel the fright

A history of writings now is gone
It's second time I write on paper
The circle closes up and I withdraw
The only pretty verse from overflow

So, will I ever start by doing what I want?
Or filter constantly, my lifes demands?
So many people lived there, now they're gone
This is the fastest way life ends