When the keyboard is dusty it's because

A poem I wrote about not writing

When the keyboard is dusty it’s because

I’ve sank into myself and 

can’t find my way out

so I walk around like that 

inside out exposing my seams 

forgetting to slip on a mask.

People tell me I don't look okay

unshowered unshaven unrested

climbing from bed 

as the sun is going down

they say I don't look okay

because I'm not

because my mind has been held prisoner 

by the laziness of my phalanges

caged inside me forced to function 

in the duality 

or not

most often not.

As long as I keep tapping away 

I will look okay 

so people will leave me alone 

my mind will be free to drift 

from its synapses to my fingertips 

webbing between my words

and life will be as I deserve

no showers no razors no rest

freedom from those 

that think they know best

a cluttered mind meeting 

an empty page

hoping that this too 

isn’t just a stage.

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More poetry to ingest:

Just About Time

Jack of All Trades

Naked and Starved