Writer's Lust

Empty words and empty phrases Empty books and empty pages Filled with nothing, always bare Always waiting for truth to share To make true words a time must come A time when one can hear the drums The call of battle, call of war Begging you to write just one more Though the hand will cramp, and the eyes will tire Though lips will be bitten, and the skin will perspire The life brought to the page with passion of fire Will never be killed, will never expire When the ink is dry and the page is dust When the glue of the spine has turned to crust One can understand the pleasure Of Writer’s Lust