I did not feel it
I did not feel a desire to write
I did not write during the day
I did not write during the night
I wrote not
during the entire long length of the day
I wrote not
long into the silence of a writer's night
but when I wake
tomorrow I feel I might
wake with a hunger to write
the hunger to write lurks in shadows
deep hiding in depths of mind heart soul
the hunger to write is not easily writer denied
Terence George Craddock (Shadows Of Light)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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