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.
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About Penny Wilson Writes
Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She's had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. Penny has written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published on Ariel Chart, a monthly online Journal, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. She is currently working on her first novel. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
