The Craving

The Craving© Until now I have never really FELT the meaning of craving Yet here I am doing exactly that I crave to write For some unknown Unexplained reason The words And ideas Are pouring out of me Like a faucet That cannot Be turned off Why now Why here Why at all It doesn’t make sense Is it mere pretense Or heaven sent Do the words Have meaning or Is it me just screaming My goal is inspiration For others or So I think What if what I write Readers see as Something that stinks So back to Where it All began Why am I craving This particular Fall or at all Andreas Simic©