I write because I'm not like you
I feel too much
I write because I'm a sadist
And want you to feel my agony
I want you to know the ugliness
But I can't give too much away
So, I take my pen
And spew forth my ache
But only a ration
For art is born of pain
And I hope you get a sick pleasure
From this pinprick of my hurt--
But my sorrow is a sword wound
I really liked this. I had to read it a couple of times. Really thought provoking - lovely choice of words.
Dave