Feeding My Passion

Am I living a delusion, for I have
a mania, a verbo grapho obsession
oh yes, I have a fixation
for words and writing . . . 
sometimes I am wrapped in melancholia
free-floating in strangeness
euphoria is when I am writing necro
unhinged, perhaps
maybe
I just have this urge to pen death
after all death has been my best friend
since forever it seems . . . 
but in general
this writing madness is my daily thirst
I must feed my passion
my compulsion, my ravings
in nature I get lost in my mind
I have a fancy for flowing streams
and quiet forests
where birds sing insanity . . . 
my ink must fall on white daily
or I am sure madness will invade
oh, lunacy may not be far off
oh, that is silly
these fits of mania are just
the hunger and need of
a writer . . . 

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October 20, 2017


Poetry/Free Verse/Feeding My Passion
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9511-76-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the contest , A Stunner 2017
Sponsor, Line Gauthier

Second Place 

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Written for the contest, Mania
Sponsor  Lewis Raynes

NA

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Line Gauthier

March 12, 2018 at 4:09 PM

There is much passion in your beautiful delusion. Well done, BW. Congrats on your winning poem.

Kai Michael Neumann

October 26, 2017 at 1:44 AM

Making death one's second best friend through writing...

John Michaels

October 23, 2017 at 1:25 PM

Interesting write... almost stream of consciousness to mimic that "mania" mindset. Nicely done - good luck with the contest. Regards, John.

Robert Lindley

October 22, 2017 at 1:35 PM

NEVER ABANDON your hunger and feed your passion because it is a superb gift to the world my friend! A fav....

Christopher Flaherty

October 21, 2017 at 4:37 PM

Love this Broken Wings 7 Deluded you are definitely not. This poem describes the very reason to write. You are not alone this is what I took from reading your poem. Devoid of passion is meaningless this is fearless

Kim Rodrigues

October 21, 2017 at 8:35 AM

Somehow it helps to pen your feelings, and when you have experienced much of death that is where your thoughts go. Blessings, dear Constance! Keep writing...we luv ya! <3

Russell Sivey

October 21, 2017 at 6:48 AM

"...these fits of mania are just/the hunger and need of/a writer..." those last three lines are so perfect I know them to be very real, as I feel it too to be that way! I surely enjoyed this incredible write my friend! What a brilliant poem, so filled with emotion and passion that I felt every word of it! As I'm similar, I'm also quite different too! We are writers of our own veracity, such a wondrous piece Constance, Great Work!!