I feel the itch,
the need,
this burning sensation.
I need to write.

My thoughts clutter my mind.
My emotions grow distant.
How do I tame these rough seas?
I need to write.

It's always been there.
It's always brought me back.
My way of escaping.
I need to write.

Why now?
In an hour of need.
I am hopelessly lost.
My words have failed me.