A Writing Rant

oh Writing- my eternal rapture my curse and burden of words winding and twisting in my head . . . oh the hurting always seeking a pen, a pencil some white paper or a paper napkin maybe a paper bag . . . why can I not just be still and lost in my tranquility and serenity why this need- this everlasting, ever, never ever ending need do others feel this hunger and thirst to write down words like air to breathe- I must write my thoughts I must, must, must, MUST . . . to not- only leads to anguish and misery I find myself in a tortuous labyrinthine tangled oh, the torment of words whirling in my head seeking release gives me a headache . . . I let unrelenting words loose to float and drift my sorrow and sadness entwined in poems I surrender all my tears spilling and all my joy telling and for a moment I find my peace . . . do others feel the same I rant, rant, rant do others have this same thirst . . . _____________________ May 7, 2018 Poetry/Free Verse/A Writing Rant Copyright Protected, ID 18-1020-198-01 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, A Rant sponsor, Shadow Hamilton Third Place