This is Why I Write

Why you wonder do I write?
To pass the time of a sleepless night
To discover my hidden story
To buy myself some meager self glory

To keep myself from going insane
To get the poison thoughts away from my brain
Is there more you begin to wonder
Yes there is it’s written under

To scream and yell and mostly rant
Silently when I verbally can’t
To pitch yet another fit
Just on paper so you won’t hear it

Oh yes there is more than that
So where is the rest of the poem at?
Well some of it is in my head
And the rest of it, yet to be read

So keep on reading, it’s not the end
The end might be around the bend
If not then this poem will linger
As you find your place with your pointer finger

This poem is dragging on and on
I am surprised that you haven’t gone
To find another thing to do
Even though this poem is for you

I cannot believe that you are still here
But do not worry the end is near
Well, unless, that is a lie
But it is not, considering I,

Do not lie all of the time
Especially during a catchy rhyme
So try and believe me just for now
How do I write? I will tell you how

I let the feelings come and go
Before each line I already know
The last word to that single line
Picking out words from that mind of mine

So you asked me why I write
It’s the end of another sleepless night
I hope that I have answered thee
To put to a halt your endless plea