A Writer’s Curse

You burn inside me
Torture my soul
Like a hot iron
A pile of fiery coals

I think of you through the day
In my sleep, you speak
When I think of you, I hurt
I need you like I breathe

Only on paper
Are you able to live
Inside the walls of my mind
You fade, you drift

Now I have come
To the forge in my mind
The moment has now arrived
To finally bring you to life



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