Haunted

It's dark all over.
No lights.
No sounds.

I'm denied of all.

I stretch my arms out,
I swing them around.

Please hit something.

To my left a light turns on and it's the light of a monitor.

I slowly walk t words it and reach slowly out.

Looking into the light,
I blink once,
Twice,
close my eyes and block the bright out.

I adjust, looking again.

The curser blinks.
It sits within a white document.
Blinking away.

Haunted by the erge to write

Musings of a writer in a daze