A Writer’s Desire

Like a waterfall the words flow
Tumbling out of my heart
Once the floodgates are opened
I cannot help but start

The desire burns inside me
A supernova of light
My words glow like hot iron
My tools of forgery are ready to smite

Then, I place my words on a boat
And push them off from the shore
A tear falls from my eye
For I will cultivate them no more

A brief moment of respite
And then back to the coal face
The desire still burns
And it is only picking up pace



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