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
The need in me
to give life to
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
remains
(C) 2019 Penny Wilson
*The original version of this was written several years ago.
I liked it then, but decided it needed a fresh tweak. I hope you
enjoyed. Penny
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