SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

Writing Is My Life

When I am so tired as I am now
Writing is desperation
And putting down lines
A straining effort
But I must write tonight
I must write
Because writing is my life
However poor it is
I force myself on against
The endless nothing
Eternal silence will one day bring

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