I’m the junkie 
twitching 
for his next fix  

I’m the drunkard 
looking 
for his next drink  

I’m the infant 
crying 
for his mother’s breast

The need in me 
to give life to 
my thoughts 
is undeniable  

My fingers 
are drawn to the keyboard 
searching 
for that release

I long to 
watch the letters 
flow 
across the screen 
as I chase the cursor

The cursor 
is mocking 
me 
today

My thoughts 
will not emerge 
upon the page

Today 
the thirst 
remains

(C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*The original version of this was written several years ago. 
I liked it then, but decided it needed a fresh tweak. I hope you 
enjoyed. Penny