Words are Not My Friends

Things are tough at the moment. Illness in the family. Work overload. Writing is a challenge I am finding hard to concentrate on. Words are not my friends.

Words do not love me back
they harass, push and bully me
to write, write,write
more, more, more
even though I am too tired.
They will not let me sleep
or stop to eat
or clean my teeth.
They do not care about me.
They scream inside my head,
bellowing that I am not good enough
to write them down
and that I have ruined everything.
They demand to be thrown away.
But when I crumple the page
and turn off the light
they make soft kissy noises in the dark
until I sit back down
to try again.

Tonight, words laugh at me.