Today is fingers across the chalkboard
digging into my skin
mind falling asleep with that annoying
buzzing sensation
like limp appendage

it is brokenness

I want to scream.

buildings with no windows
doors that lock behind them
locked into a 4'x6' cube
like a prison cell for the mind

but cushioned by
practical
common
insanity

That loathsome fear of
innocuity
Paralyzes

And I beat my head against proverbial white walls
eyes bash against computer screens
webbed in networked connections and
virtual folder space where
nothing exists
but bytes of data
eating
eating
eating
at creativity.