Greed

When I write I want to write more,
I want to show what I have in store,
As I lay out my own floor,
I welcome you to my tour.

At first I started writing,
To escape from all the fighting,
I was hit with a lighting,
Flashed through a book without guiding.

But then it all began,
No one ever ran,
They told me that I can,
And I will be that man.

It started to become my spark,
Helped get my out of the dark,
And I will always bark,
As I have started my own arc.

Fingers moving hungry for words,
Pen waiting to guide the herds,
Paper willing to fly with birds,
Ink healing better than herbs.