The Writer

Thoughts ever changing,

inspirations overflowing.

He stayed awake through the night,
and tried as hard as he might. 

Getting out of the chamber,
he forgot about slumber;
switched on the lights,
like his eyes, shining bright.

His hands reached for the pen,
the magic unplanned. 
Ink flowed effortlessly;
transformed thoughts into words swiftly.

He is thirsty for stories,

and asks for juries. 

Bringing perfection to new levels,
wherever his words travel. 

Funny how one man's pain,
is another's motivation to change. 
As one immerses in The Writer's works,
he continues to quench his thirst.  


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