OCD Exhaustion

Saatchi Art

You’d like to rest awhile
away from blank pages,
but your brain’s abuzz
with words and fireworks
that keep screaming at you:
Write Me Down!
It’s hard to ignore your brain,
pain in the ass that it is.
And so you rush back
to your computer before you
forget the riviting narrative
demanding that it be heard.
Your brain is so silted up
with images and wisdom,
smirking crocodiles
and dangerous canaries,
that it may need to be dredged.
Perhaps while the workmen drag
the goop of your consciousness,
you can at least grab a nap,
and rest, if only a little while,
away from blank pages.