I write

I write to cleanse myself of the demons that dwell within.

I write to rid myself of that which torments me.

I write to distance myself from that which ails me.

I write to free myself of these chains that bind me.

I write to block out the present.

I write to escape from this bland existence.

And tune out the sounds and images of my discomfort.

I write to encourage the hands on my clock to move a little faster.

I embrace the night for the brief solace it provides

I only sleep for the promise of another day when I open my eyes.

And then the cycle continues

I write to cleanse myself of these demons that dwell within