I’m the junkie, twitching for his next fix. I’m the drunkard, looking for his next drink. I’m the infant, crying for his mother’s breast.
I’m the lover, yearning for the touch of your skin.
The need in me to spew forth my thoughts is undeniable. My fingers are drawn to the keyboard, searching for that release.
I long to watch the letters flow across the screen as I chase the cursor.
The cursor is mocking me today.
My thoughts will not emerge upon the page.
Today the thirst will remain.
Go ahead, make my day. :) Share, push a button or two!
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About Penny Wilson Writes
Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 by Z Publishing and in the Poets Quarterly published by Prolific Press in Spring/2019. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
