After Writing

There's a feeling behind my eyes

when I've written all day, an ache

I would exchange  for no pleasure.

 

My brain is tired.  I don't remember

what I ate, if I ate at all, forgetfulness,

I would exchange for no pleasure.

 

Words from  my mind ran my fingers,

flowed onto the screen, into my bones.

I fight the clock, the phone for this pleasure..

 

There's a feeling behind my eyes

when I've written all day, an ache

I would exchange  for no pleasure.