Those Poor Writing People...

It's the poor curse of the writers
to slave away at a desk
with nothing but blank white
when they need words the most.
Pacing around rooms
Checking the time constantly
or forgetting time completely.
Not remembering to eat
or to remember anything.
Losing contact with reality.
Sometimes running around
in a flurry of thought
and running into
everyone else.
Sometimes we come off as
offensive, or strange, or even
a little bit...slow.
We stress and worry,
breaking pencils, and keyboard, and minds.
Cursing under our breath and sometimes too,
in our writing.
Letting out the happy times along with
the anger and the sadness.
But I think it's okay.
I think God forgives all writers because
we're crazy.