Addicts Release Poem by Matthew Holloway

Restless eyes stare out
Across the screen and keyboard
The mind pulses, craving that hit
The opiate words in verse
The addiction of creation
It's the silences that hurt most
The empty pages screaming
Lack of imagination
No high, no hit, no anything
Someday's become a blur
Blending into one great nothing
Sleep deprived, itching
Whispers questioning
Is it still there
The ability to write
To get that line down
Feed it to the soul
The mind sex stanza
That buzz which feels
So good, so alive
Fingers treble above keys
Waiting, waiting
For the addicts release