POETS MISERY

Do you poets never rest

Do you not thirst or hunger

How despair and misery sustains you

That is what, I wonder

 

Do you not crave some sustenance

Are your eyes not in need of sleep

Does your body not ache for nourishment

Or is your obsession, way too deep

 

Far be it for me to question

How those feelings you maintain

Desires, should be wrapped in life, not death

And kept alive with joy, not pain

BOEMS BY JA 422