Poetry Addiction

Why? Why? I can never make it end. Must read as much as I can. No! No! What message does this send? I am thankful for my writing friends. Ever consuming The urges of wanting more, no sleep. This keeps me going, but is it bad? So overpowering The messages I read and then keep Is enough to drive anyone mad! Why? Why? Should anyone really ever ask. We’re all addicted to this writing bug. Stop! Stop! Never, I say to you all because Each poem reads like a warm, embracing hug.