Why I Write
By Colin O’Sullivan
I write because I have to.
No message, no voice.
I write for it demands me.
Because I have no choice.
I wake and think of writing,
I go to bed the same.
All day I think of writing,
My antidote, my pain.
Nothing matters but the writing,
Not people, place or things.
There’s only that unbidden quest
To make a sentence sing.
When the writing stops I stop.
In this way it’s like breath.
I do it for I have to
And must continue until death.
Colin O’Sullivan is the author of Killarney Blues
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