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.