Force

When you force me to write,

Do you believe you’re in the right?

Every second,

Spent,

Wasted,

Annihilanted into crafting a beginning

Comes from a force,

Foul in its nature,

Coarse in its touch,

Vile in its presence.

I bring my own destruction,

And I hopelessly endow my soul.

Force becomes a special type of treasure.

Because I know just what kind of pleasures it breeds, I no longer see the connection between

the pen and my heart.

Rather, I see it suffering from lack of care.

Force of habit.

I deal with it.

My battle is my own.

I create forces.

I am a machine.

The gears grind against one another,

And my blood rumbles with every movement.

We pull only for what drives us: fuel.

We push

only for what must matter.