This is when
I cannot
Will not
Concentrate on anything
not right
not worthwhile
not worthy of my focus
I have no focus
I am a slit of who I was
All the walls are broken down
I don’t have energy for doubt
I don’t want creative genius
I only want this over
I want the ending
I want the reward
I don’t care if these make sense
If anything follows meter
I don’t care if anyone likes this
Or hates this
I am only focused
On what lies ahead
Typing the end
Slipping out of consciousness
Finding some peace
Tomorrow I will judge
Not tonight
Tonight I don’t care
This is good. Clean. Honest. I just wrote an Horatian Ode to Butter, and it sucked! Hahaha! 21 down. 3 to go. You got this!