Writers Poem by Sandoval Sandoval
Writers
That's what writing does to you. It eats
your free time, and your soul it swallows
it whole, so that you don't get hurt
by flesh it breaks your bones with inspiration.
And, the feeling while I'm writing is this ecstasy
that controls my senses. I was meant for this,
ink tainted fingers, blank pages and this loneliness.
Thursday, June 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,bones,inspiration,loneliness,poets,soul,suffering,writing
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