Keep Writing

some of us have no choice
writing seeks us out
compassion or compulsion
hear sirens singing on

a rocky shore with a wild allure
songs which break on heart
passion rages winds howl
while we are tied to ship mast

I seek not a time to write
the write seeks out me pursues me
plagues me hounds will not
let me be the write longs to be free


poem by Terence George CraddockReport problemRelated quotes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Share
 
 
This text contains a mistake
This text is duplicate
The author of this text is another person
Another problem

More info, if necessary

Your name

Your e-mail