My Addiction Poem by Meghan Rhy

i qut an a additcion.
fiction or non fiction.
you can always find me
sitting there with my pen
wriqhtinq! Somtimes my
touqhts poor out at 12 in the afternoon
Somtimes they poor out at 12 midniqht
know matter how tired my mind is it will put up a fiqht
tells me to always riqht what im thinkinq..
like ill be forqetinq my past if I dont,
like i cant survive if i wont! ! !
When i riqht...
my words come alive.
There not just sittinq there on some lines.
They want to leap off the paqe,
and feed into your eyses
There my only friend somedays.
There my only way out of lifes pain.
There how you will better understand me,
There just what lets me be, Me!
I cant lie; i would die;
If i didnt have my notebook, to catch my tears when i cry.
Sometimes I feel traped though..
Almost as if wriqhtinq is my only way out!
But I need more, I need a door,
to lead me to courage...
The couraqe to beable to go on, with out it.
Know matter how much I love it!
Cause im too tired and weak
stayinq up all niqht..
I cant know more, I need to sleep,
But Im afraid I will never beable to
I was born addicted to ink
im linked.......

wriqhtinq: my addiction.