My Writer

The man in my computer screen

Keeps his stare fixed at me, I see him when I’m most at work, he likes to sit at my machine. Hello Mr Mirror Man: You want me to write, you want me to spill my soul,

sold. But how come mighty wordsmith why won’t your faucet flow? Are they hiding in a book, are they waiting for the clicks to show? Are you just provoking me because you hate the clock, why can’t I just put pen to page, why can’t I make the darkness stop? The boy in my reflection takes off his TJ ecklebergs and winks at me, he knows the battles we have faced, he’s seen me in my hardest cries. You darling child, just let it out. I hold no power here.

Original art by : Franklin Varela