A writer's curse

I have to stop.
I write too much.
Letter for letter on top.
A napkin
Palm
Paper I find
Pulling out all the words on
my mind.
I know
that I should take
a break
as it’s questionable, if the pen or my wrist first will break.

[I took all I had
Laid it down
Now I know some things
Are too loud to be heard]

Don’t you worry, my friend
From here on…
I rest

Look at this.
What a mess.
I confess.
Here I am writing again!