right now

Right Now
I can’t write a happy poem right now

I can’t paint roses and rainbows with a heavy heart right now

I won’t be able to locate the inspiration for a dedication right now

My heart is bruised and dented right now

My eyes are red, blurry, and burning right now

So don’t ask me to smile right now

Because, my poems are cold and jaded right now

Well this poem is hard and skewed right now

I can’t pick up a pen and compose songs right now

I can’t dance with the words right now

I’ll just stumble over the missed steps right now

And fumble over the counts that are off beat right now

The art in my poetry is broken right now

The ink is running thin right now

No matter how hard I squeeze my brain

The pain is too intense right now

I can’t exude happiness for you right now

All the dead butterfly carcasses are pilling up right now

I’m broken up right now

I’m too hardened right now

I can’t write a happy poem right now

I’m just staring at an empty page right now

I’m just writing a sad poem right now

Because, I feel lost in my own hurt right now

"An Akili Carter original"