Because

I write because I'm not like you

I feel too much

I write because I'm a sadist

And want you to feel my agony

I want you to know the ugliness

But I can't give too much away

So, I take my pen

And spew forth my ache

But only a ration

For art is born of pain

And I hope you get a sick pleasure

From this pinprick of my hurt--

But my sorrow is a sword wound


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Dave Foreman's picture

I really liked this. I had to read it a couple of times. Really thought provoking - lovely choice of words.

Dave