Do you poets never rest Do you not thirst or hunger How despair and misery sustains you That is what, I wonder Do you not crave for sustenance Are your eyes not in need of sleep Does your body not ache for nourishment Or is your obsession, way too deep Far be it for me to question How those desperate feelings you maintain Desires, should be wrapped in life, not death And kept alive with joy, not pain BOEMS BY JA 422