The need in me

to spew forth my thoughts

is undeniable

My fingers are drawn

to the keyboard

searching for that release

I’m the junkie

twitching

for his next fix

I’m the drunkard

looking for his next drink

I’m the lover

yearning for the touch

of your skin

I long

to watch the letters

flow across the screen

as I chase

the cursor

The cursor is

mocking

me today

My thoughts will not

emerge upon the page

Today

the thirst will

remain

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