The Need To Write Poem by Edwina Reizer

There's not one day that I let slip away
without my pen having something to say.
I feel it. I say it. I let it come out,
whatever it is, whatever it's about.

Laughter, pain and really deep thought
gives way to emotions that seem to be caught
in a spidery web that weaves its way
into silky distractions that interplay.

So when I settle my exhaustive brain
I'm amazed that I'm still able to remain
anxious to write again tomorrow
on topics of happiness, grief and sorrow.

Where it will take me I don't know.
They seem to be endless even though
I know someday my ink will run dry.
And on that day my thoughts will die.