Full of Excuses (poem)

I feel like work has made me lazy,

made me good at making excuses:

“oh I've had a long day,

I'll write tomorrow,”

but I won't.

I almost went a month without poetry,

only a few ink stains on the page

because “I had no inspiration”

but inspiration is made through thought,

and my mind was full of excuses.

I once filled three notebooks over 3 months,

just writing constantly,

noticing the way she brushed her hair aside,

thinking of the sorrow of a ring abandoned,

reflecting on my heart's tendencies.

Now I feel it'll take two years to fill one,

with the final entry bidding goodbye to writing

to pursue some corporate job,

too busy to stop and think,

too good at making excuses.

-Zero