My heart pangs inĀ insecurity A feeling of dread and woe. The sensation familiar and detested, Like some unforgotten foe. The plight of the bard, the writer, Whether fueled by genius or insanity, Is a flameĀ blazing deep within the soul Our need to explore humanity. O, for a moment’s peace! Some respite from contemplation. The frantic pressure to produce, at … Read More