Do you poets never rest
Do you not thirst or hunger
How despair and misery sustain you
That is what, I wonder
Do you not need some sustenance
Are your eyes not, in need of sleep
Does your body not ache for nourishment
Or is your obsession, way too deep
Far be it for me to question
How those feelings you maintain
Desires, should be wrapped in life, not death
And kept alive with happiness, not pain
BOEMS BY JA 422 19-08-2015
SORRY, this poem was not meant as a critisism of anyones writings. It was meant as more of a lighthearted jab {to the ribs I know} so if I have offended any one please accept my apology. We all have our demons that need to be unleashed to free our soul.