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 Craddock

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