Impatient Cursor
Fingers tapping on plastic keys
Memories seep in as I think
What to write about today
Another tale of love unrequited?
Perhaps, use words to express grief?
Maybe of how blue the sky is?
It’s all been done before
Each is slightly different.
The keys click and clack with each stroke
Cursor blinking before me
Demanding me to write…
Dragging my cigarette
Grinning to myself.
So impatient but patience is needed
Not all of my words are random, you see…
What shall we talk about today?
Focal Breeze 