The Urge Makes Me Write

Partial darkness cannot take away 

The urge to pen down my lines 

The emptiness within drives me 

To fill the spaces

I create bridges to ease the suffering

Caused by swimming through the tides 

I find companions during clueless hours of day and night 

Companions aren't always people; you see

But anything that makes me happy and keeps me busy

I sing, I paint, I play my guitar

My stumbling mind doesn't seem to waver too far

Ruminating my way out of helpless hours of solitude

Unable to treasure the moment

Delving myself back and forth from the present

I'm speaking to the pages in my notebook

When nobody cares to dig deep inside of me; instead judge the outlook

Well, of course, "you need to learn to live alone!"

I wish it were that obvious 

Easy for you to say but my mind is blown!

Do we ever actually prefer solitary confinement?

No! Not everyone can be the "Havoc" from X-men

Writing can lessen the burden of pain, loneliness and separation

Alas, that is not a good enough compensation

I won't continue to crib and whine

But have you felt the same at any point in time...?