The Urge Makes Me Write
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...?