I, Poet

I long for that dancing swirl of words
The aftertaste of penning them into this world
This unfamiliar ache of losing a love
Those once persisting words now only cater when push comes to shove
Never felt lonely regardless of being alone
But my empty head has sure left me on my own
I crave that need, that rush, that feeling
Cascading emotions creating a buzz that leaves me reeling
From ink and paper not being enough
To thinking forever for a single rhyme
From being a legend unslain
To becoming an apprentice that failed
A journey of falling depths below
I await the return, that howling gush to fan those glimmering embers into fire
To feel that warmth of love and burning desire