Lend Me Your Pen, Sugar

Some of us write to find forgiveness
robbing from memories
when it's better to forget
Some of us write to steal silence
when the screams of ego
fill the darkest hours of night

Some strut blindly
past the huddle of the homeless
faking deaf to their own counterfeit fate
scribbling out a rhyme
while feasting on the hungry
like peacocks shedding word tears
for a mate

Some spit blue sparks of rage
their ashes of obsession
endlessly in fashion
another woke of the day
to rant the blood of justice
streaming lava for a burning page

But if inspiration falters
at the altar of the scribe
when sweet addiction beckons
creation comes alive
so I scribble like a demon
with barely pause to think
though I may never write the reason
why my world inside
churns ink