Creed of an Empty Scribe

Creed of an Empty Scribe

Because It burdens me with joy
Sowing me deep into the cold black earth

So my stomach never turns with remorse
At a full life lost
In the shackles of a distant dream

Because It tunnels into regions unknown
And I must stay true,
Along, Its maddening curves

I must when Its call
Descends upon me
Where ever my weary treads fall

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Keeping the world immersed in stanza.