I write and I write with you on my mind
As I try to force you out.
My fingers cramp up, yet the words keep on coming
If it helped at all, I would shout.
The word count expands, with my body's demand
Like rain, words continue to pour.
Yet as much as I try, there's no use to lie
I can't help but to keep wanting more.
The cycle won't quit, this obsession's legit
I have yet to learn how to stop.
And so I keep writing, because if I don't
My heart of my mind just might POP.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem