I write to live and I live to write,
in the darkest hours of the quiet night.
At night the voices speak aloud,
a muted whisper, a clamouring crowd.
Then the blocks go up; it is growing light.
Each syllable now becomes a fight.
But still the voices won’t be cowed,
as they struggle against the morning shroud.
My Muses strike from out of the blue.
Please understand, it is not my fault.
I have to write, my bond is my word,
It is something I just have to do.
At last! I can see an end result!
They are at peace, their voices heard.
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