Addicted ~ OpenLinkNight 21 ~ dVersePoets

Addicted
 

It called to me from dust and debris

an ancient forgotten, dog eared copy

a whole new world would open for me

altering future, reality.

The worlds he weaved were pure and true

lands of red and trees of blue

Where red rum would soon become

Murder in a hotel room

From the valley sweet this dark world treat

would alter where my pen would meet

the crinkled page in ink filled rage

to fill with words became the feat

This shiny thing that caught my eye

would be the words where crayons died

where I grew to what I do

upon the page where fiction lies

So the words began to run

and child hood slowly came undone

where I grew the words did too

I consider this a battle won

But how does one truly free their pen

to write of death, of lust of sin

Unleash the beast, a tribal feast

A sacrifice to gods of men.

It called to me from dust and debris

This ancient and forgotten weave

Where the words are the only way

In their blood my soul is saved.

Hey Poets! It's OpenLinkNight and I get to throw the party! Doors open at dVersePoets at 3pmEST. Also, my dearest friends...if you're interested....we're doing a survey over at The River Journal.  We want to know how your family hinders or helps your own word addiction.  We're dedicating an issue to the trials and tribulations many of us face along our journey, and would love to get your thoughts.  Feel free to drop me a line if you've a story or an experience you'd like to share.