Pushing Pencil Hard Lack Of Sleep Poem by Terence George Craddock

I am declining fast rapid loosing
an amazing creative race
my brain is sluggish slowing
to a minute dust mote dull pace
sticking sticking sticking
brain dead expired thoughts
exhaustion evaporating
now cannot inspiration trace

dizziness can sudden creep
up on you through pushing
pencil hard lack of sleep...
now it is self imposed body resting
collapsed rest imposed I near
off to bed time to get out of here...

I seem to have upon occasion
all or most of these symptoms
I thought it was just excessive writing
oh dear it might be catch up consequences
too little done achieved in the past I fear
symptomatic have you figured it out yet
case proven he's got the writer's disease
case chronic a really severe case


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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