Writing: The Madness Continues

Writing is a curse
Writing is a crime
Writing takes you to places
You know you can never find

You want to break the barriers
Set by rigid minds
Or then they might just be
The byproducts of time

But writing will make you want to
Reach beyond time
Beyond walls
Inside minds

That is when it becomes a curse
That is when they shine
The moons and shadows
Of unseen pasts

Graves ghosts knights
Believe it or not
They are all alive
You become a walking scene
Of war  rape  crime
Passion madness

Kindly acts
Walks in the park
Cloudy mornings

The testimony is yours
To give or to keep
They will always haunt you
Question you taunt you

The more you write
The more you see
The more you think
The less you see

The worry
The hurry
The agony
Of one story

One line
Few lines
Word by word


The madness continues