Healthy Addiction

You ask me why I like to write. The answer isn't always black or white. A poem is a thought with rhythm and stanzas, Guaranteed to drive me bananas! Poetry is music without a tune, A breath of fresh air, like a warm breeze in June. It's a cool drink of water when my throat is sore, An addiction that makes me beg for more. In a poem, I can speak in rhyme, A privilege denied to me any other time. Counting syllables is such a thrill! Though for some, it seems a bitter pill. I can make people laugh, or make people cry, Make them chortle or blissfully sigh... You ask me why I like to write. Poetry adds color to the darkness of night.