Do I dare go out?

Or do I simply stay in.

Letting flow the visions

That roll from my pen.

The morning is brisk

As the earth is alive…

Another days dawn

Yet, I am still alive.

My mind is ablaze!

Wild rhythms explode!

‘’Write I must, Write I must!’’

This debt that I owe.

Antony King 2018

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6 thoughts on “The Debt

  1. Such a nice cadence in this poem–speeding up at the end like a locomotive–Write I must, write I must. Good inspiration for all us writers. And quick note: you were my 700th follower on my blog. Many, many thanks. I’m following you, too, and looking forward to much more poetic inspiration!

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