#WritcoPoemPrompt110

Compulsion to write each night..


When the moon
Comes up.
I gotta to put him
Down in my words.

When leaves rustle,
Sparrows chirp.
I gotta host them
In my pages.

From amidst the
Casuarina trees,
When the wind blows,
I want it to bask in
The warm comfort
Of my reveries.

This noose around
My neck-
A compulsion to
Blurt it all out..

Tonight, the lizard
On my wall, crawls,
Holding a gun to
My temple..

As, about it,
I'm unable to
Write.