What Am I Writing Poem by Matthew Holloway

What am I writing
I flit from love to death
To nature and politics
The subject matter differs
Within a breath of each poem
I write as though compelled
To extinguish all thoughts inside
I write of fantasy and story
I write as though in biography
I write as a photograph captures
Or a journalist speaks
What am I writing
Why am I writing
It all keeps coming
Through and over me
Poetry, poetry, poetry
Like a hive mind echoes
Variety in abundance
Writing, written and read