The Insane Writer

They call us crazy. A short rough poem.

They call us insane

In solitude and silence with our pen pressed hard against the paper

As the ink soaks through the parchment our ideas come to life

A new world much better then the one we live in today

Do we write to escape?

Or do we do it for the pleasure?

Either way the insanity which inspires us to be creative

Is a mystic and powerful force

Does the writer pick the story or poem

Or does the poem or story, pick the writer?

It's hard to read the lines and see beyond the white and black

Alone in this cell I write with great haste

My life, as a writer.

This power I wish not to waste.

 

Author's Note

A quick rough poem I created.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Let them say whatever for we should continue the journey regardless...Bravo.......................