I_am_an_ADDICTED WRITER
I would die willingly;
If it kills me to leave you.
I am that muttering thunder;
That never stop until it rains.
With you I am only survivor;
Without you I am a dead spirit.
I am that pregnant woman;
Walking around with baby for nine months,
But, No! Mine is words.
Right from womb I develop feelings;
On my delivery I get pregnant again like a fluffy cloud after rain.
And till eternity, I still remain that pregnant woman.
Nothing in this world worth the smell of my addiction;
With sweet fragrance of enticing words luring heart to comfort.
Nothing in this world could beat the taste of my addiction;
Taste of emotions sweeter than sugar alcohols.
Nothing in this world could beat the touch of my addiction;
Touch of escapism like the hand of a Holy Spirit.
Do you think I was talking about cigarette?
Smiles! Writing is my substance of addiction;
When I zestfully mix the powdered emotional thought to beauty,
When I snuff my feelings into my idolize pen;
And vomit it out in phrase and stanzas on my gazing papers like canvas.
To entice you to beauty; be it tragic, happy or haze.
Well, this is my addiction for you after reading;
‘Cause I can feel my magic poesy within you.
So do not wish my pregnancy a safe delivery;
Nor my muttering thunder a swift rain.
Let me get pregnant more till eternity;
To become more addictive than a smoke addict.
©️ emywrites
Writing is addictive to many of us. I would invite you to read my poems (I have five so far) but I am a new poet and Poem Hunter has not activated them yet. Some were posted three days ago. I wonder how long it will take to activate them...?
A beautiful passionate poetry. An ode to every writer impregnated with every thought that hover until the beautiful baby is born. Well expressed emotions. Lovely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched...