why does my pen smirk at me?
I'm beguiled
now I'm compiling songs
and unbeknownst to you
I've heard it all before
it's all I've ever known
but melody escapes me
it's slated on a some conflicting precipice
teeter-tottering
with each breath
it takes you closer to
existing in volatility
what was once stale, rotted mirth
manifests into
my cluttered desk
my cluttered mind
ticker tocs and time
soon retires
leaving me
an unrelenting
blank design