@Xavierzyxks 28 October 2020 more from that month

The Writer I write rather than bite I write not to start strife I write for those hanging to dear life I write for a wife her husband she left I write for a husband his wife ran and left I write for myself searching for answer To questions you thought doesnt matter I write for the writer Whose candle is frozen The whole winter Waiting for the hunter With a bag of plunder Hungry for dinner While staring at the ink and paper.