the cursor it blinks [poem?]

The cursor, it blinks.
It mocks me.
“You have nothing to say,” it says,
“and anything you say is unimportant–trivial, even.”
And then, just like a child it taunts “Na na-na na-na na.”
Blinking in time to a long forgotten chant.

Thoughts, images, words swirl in my head.
None of them coherent.
None of them important.
“Write us down,” they whisper in my ear, “we want to be heard!”
How can I? I think-shout.
I can barely hear you myself!

I watch the words dance off my tongue,
bouncing down a long, dark corridor.
They fade and grow smaller as they twirl farther away.
I reach to grab at them,
hoping to catch them
before they slip beyond my grasp.
But alas, they are transient,
dissipating as smoke through my fingers.

“You know how to capture us,” they say,
echoing to me from down the corridor.
“Write us!”

Oh, but if it were only that easy.

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