A Writers Verse Poem by Matthew Holloway

So this is it, my future
a writer bound to his words
addicted to the verse and craft
a life pulse existing in the printed word
existing in the ink of the pen
in the feel of the page, paper
cuts deep into the fingers
the depth all such theory
of ideals and dreams, dreamt
that which is created
but a manifest of a life unfolding
in words, phrase, verse
so here I am and here I shall be
but a writer existing
and so it shall be writ
another artists curse