To Write or Not to Write

I'm pondering the ratio

betwixt meaninglessness and art,

and if the canon's afterglow

is but a trail of bleeding hearts

composing the best-seller charts.

In a vast ocean of spilled ink

I muse, "To write or not to write?"

My verse, beguiled by overthink

and anxious, plageristic blight,

as righteous inner critics fight.

I feel I have something to say

amid the supressed joy and rage,

though sometimes thick ink fades away

to stain the heart of my blank page,

I have prosaic wars to wage.