I write and I write
'Til my hands wither and writhe
Bony fingers, they shrivel and die
Still I write ever more
To stop is to lose
All that I stand for
All that I mean
Create and construct
Make it more than a dream
Hardened and encrusted
Within a place so trusted
Words sought after
Yet far and harder
To find than to lose
Nearer the end
The choice you choose
Write it away
Write through the pain
Write enough to say
The reason you came
Write without cease
Continue in peace
After all, written word will stay
Long after you fade





© Roseberry