Gift or Curse?

So many words stopping to just pick out a few
with pen in hand, what'd you expect, give me my due
my thoughts, expressing themselves, a constant flow
if I don't write them down they won't let me go
becoming so intense...seemingly taking over my mind
seize the idea quickly before I'm left running blind
coming on fast because my emotions are so strong
demanding to be put on paper so I don't get them wrong
knowing I'm not the only one and wouldn't dare think I'm first
but this is poetry, usually a gift, can feel like a curse
finally, it's finished, the sensation leaves you drained after
a poem...born sometimes of tears but more often of laughter
so no matter the material...perhaps a lover, foe, or friend
everything being said it's the essence of ME in the end!

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[Tony]

Amen to that!