Writing Poem by Craig Lincoln

For love of writing I put pen to page
The words come tumbling and spill out before
I keep on writing my need demands more
The joy of writing now takes centre stage
Full of emotion this muse is my rage
This addiction to write cuts to the core
Words full of meaning now come to the fore
Released set free like the beast from a cage

Yet how will they fare once put out for show
To stand on their own or fail the test
I have played my part and let the words go
Worst of the worse or the best of the best
These words are my high these words are my low
These words of mine they stand out from the rest