Writer’s Anxiety

I’m feeling that writer’s anxiety
That I’m not keeping up my pace
Even though my only real goal
Is to write one poem a day
Which is already insane
But then I’ll get those
Bursts of inspiration
Where I’ll knock out
A dozen or so poems
In a day or two, then
Another dozen ∿ the next
& I’ll feel like a Poetry god
But then I’ll lose that spark again
So, feel like everything was all pretend
Since it is in the end, but that doesn’t change
I really did feel the flow & experience Orange Range
Yet it seems I’m destined to forgive, forget &
Then, be forgotten like the hero of Time
Whö had to pay for others’ crime
Then sent to another Rhyme
Which never recognized
His Courageous Sign