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>Why did that writing bug, choose me?
Why is it when I lay down at night?
That is the time I have to write.
Otherwise when I rest my head.
Words float around inside instead.
When I should be, fast asleep in bed.

As I listen to calming music now.
Those words still float around somehow.
They pester me, they really do.
Are words also pestering you too?
I really do not know why.
I wonder if they will, until we die.

But why has this writing bug visited me?
I did not choose it.  It chose me.
I never sought it.  It sought me.
I never paid for it.  It’s just came free. 
Why did that writing bug, choose me?
The reason I really do not know.

What do words from my pen flow?
I asked, not for it, you know.
So why did that writing bug, choose me? 
Time is now nearly midnight.
And can I sleep?  No, but had to write.
I read some poems on poetry soup.

Made no comments on the poems read.
As feel inadequate, is it my age?
As made no comment on their page.
Some poems I don’t understand.
Their words so wise and oh so grand.
Dare I make comments with the pen in my hand?

Would words of praise come from me?
Or that writing bug inside of me.
Sometimes I wish I knew the score.
Why was I chosen to write more and more?
You see, as I write what’s in my head.
More words come to replace what I’ve said.

Simple words just seem to flow.
Not complicated ones, I don’t know.
Should I write of loved ones lost?
As years pass their numbers grow.
All those folk I used to know.
Some in real life some on the TV screen.

When loved ones, it causes me to cry.
TV screen ones, well they never die.
As on that screen, they always stay.
Loved ones, only in memory, stay.
I wish they were here now to-day.
For them, I’d give this writing bug way.

Knowing that, I can never do.
I guess I must just write it’s true
You see, I know inside of me.
The writing bug, has taken to me.
I did not ask for it to come.
But write I do.  As now you see.

What that bug’s doing to me...



( Character space prevented me placing here what I wrote so I shall split this poem into two parts.  Always hoping my copy and paste works lol Stanley the mad author)<
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