Emotional Excesses

When the time came,
it fell to me to write
the obituary,
as if it was a foregone
conclusion,
as if I were better suited
to find the words than they,
as if I knew him well
enough to fill a column.

I locked myself in a room,
attempting to overcome
the moral panic
of a blank page
and the trauma of silent keys.

I had written 75 pages
before I realized
I had nothing to say.

.

A quick stab at this word list.

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One response to “Emotional Excesses

  1. Shawna

    Oh wow, I love the ending; that’s powerful.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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