Friday, January 15, 2010

To Writers 2

The depravity of poor
or the smile of a child
I pen when antsy
or even when wild

My words are drugs
and they are my anguish too
I write for all humans
I write for I, I write for you

When emotions abandon me
the word still stays,
the paper whales out,
A human song lays.

I write not when in want of love
or even when depressed in sigh
I write when I bleed out scathe
with each letter I die.