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©
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