Why Do I Write

by Peter Fifield
(United States)

The Poetic Writer

The ghosts of yesterday

haunt my every dream.

what they want from this soul

I do not know.

How can a heart

begin at the start

when there is no hope of a finish line?

I like to believe there are angels in the stars

who look out for and carry

our burdens and scars

but my heartstrings know

from the weight which they often carry

there is no helper

only a dictionary

to get the words out of my steal cage of a heart.

So I will write

and I will cry

until the ink runs dry

solidifying my hopes and dreams

into the darkness of the midnight sky.

This is why I write.