Do you poets never rest
Do you not thirst or hunger
How despair and misery sustains you
That is what, I wonder
Do you not crave some sustenance
Are your eyes not in need of sleep
Does your body not ache for nourishment
Or is your obsession, way too deep
Far be it for me to question
How those feelings you maintain
Desires, should be wrapped in life, not death
And kept alive with joy, not pain
BOEMS BY JA 422