Indistractable
I came here for a poem
To write what my soul says
But invariably, I lose focus
The world halts my words
Cat snores, sun peeks over trees
And I lose myself again
In mindless stuff that means
Nothing to the world, least of all me
But it is addictive, the little things
The way my pencil lies on my notepad
The way the bird cackles outside
And makes me wonder who he talks to
The way the computer hums at me and
Makes me wonder what I need to do
To make it work better, today
Update? Install an app that may be
Even better than the one I have?
Should I put on music? Or the fan
Because it's going to be hot today
And yet, in writing poetry,
I become a warrior against thoughts
With each word, a poem grows into
The only thing that matters,
The only indistractable thing
Writing slowly becomes life in words
And I can breathe in the freedom
The pure joy my poetry brings me