I can't stop writing cause every time I try it makes me want to cry
The pen of emotion translates life's feelings conveying the ups and downs of my life
Pressure of the nib translating the struggle from a heartfelt quip onto the paper now the recipient of my soul
The Inks imagery flowing from my veins, the passion in writing being a purveyor of hopes and fears
Each line a dedication to the spirit, each word a symbolic devotion to the truth of my feelings
The gift to interpret thoughts to articulate and be compendious the miracle of expression keeping me alive
Like an orchestral conductor the handwriting romantically leads musical contentions of the beginning, middle and end of each creation
Power of the text radiates in the readers mind stirring reactions I wanted to convey of laughter, tears, sorrow and dreams
I am but one of a billion voices of a billion books, of a billion representations awaiting to be discovered
When the pen is down and the writing stops the heart of my being will be lost to the ages a moment in time forgotten, the sadness builds that's why I can't stop writing, that's why I cry...
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The Inks imagery flowing from my veins, the passion in writing being a purveyor of hopes and fears Each line a dedication to the spirit, each word a symbolic devotion to the truth of my feelings.. very expressive of the struggle of a writer. very fine poem. tony