Every conversation with me is like a cliff-hanger

Bank and forth like a tennis game 

Only with nanna 

Mind chatter filling up my head 

It’s whispering in my ear that I’d be better off dead

I keep talking

Keep blagging trying to make it flow… but no

They don’t wanna hear about my breakfast 

They don’t wanna hear me ramble on

They let out a sigh when I’m finally gone 

But every time my words flow it’s poetry 

Though not everyone I talk to writes back to me 

Being a writer is not always easy 

See mind chatter disguises my creativity 

I got a leash on my words and I’m taming it now

It’s taken months but mind chatters finally thrown out.