A Writer.

Does it whisper softly?
Does it scream; moan?
Call you by name?
Address you as sir...madam?
Formal or casual...It's an addiction.
It's therapy, recovery.
It's.....sex.
Fast heartbeats, rising emotions.
Blood boiling, want.....need.
The climax; the fall.
Isn't it all this?
Everything; Life?
To write is to live; to be heard.
Without words, I am meaningless.
This world is nothing.
You won't miss it until it's gone.
The old cliche; true?
But until you die, will you miss breathing?
SPEAK.
Before we lose our freedom.
Even then, I will still be a writer.