Not Enough Hours in the Day

Jazmine Cartwright
Oct 19
1 min read

I’m living my life

Walking & talking

Then bang

I’ve exploded

With poetry

One book done

One in the works

My third is planned

My fourth is winking at me

In the horizon

But book 2 demands

My attention

“Hello, I’m here

Ready to go

Don’t be shy

Publish me”

But all this poetry

Is fighting to get out

It’s grown arms and legs

My brain expands

Clicking with each idea

Like hot metal

Until a draft is too much

The dans cave in

The tears combine with

An angry wave of water

& instead of honing in on these poems

They all wash down the drain

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