The Poets Quill Poem by Matthew Holloway

The poets quill
Is like a syringe
Addictive to the user
The poet, writer
The artist if so thought
Each line consumed
Draws such desire
For following lines
Verses, poems, quotes
That quill, feathered ink
Laden poison infects
The veins and mind
Ink bleeds over the page
In words, verse, thoughts
Expressive of whatever
May be present
The quill dipped back into
The well of it's addiction
And the poet, writer
Becomes a subject
To such an addiction