Spitting out words by the key stroke
is a simple relief to minds dragged
to the gutter of disillusionment.
Better than taking ones fill of drink,
better than the empty arms of a stranger,
better than the isolation of a darkened room
with no clacking keys to be heard.
This creation is an act taken in solitude,
in need, in desperation, in heartbreak,
in drunken rapture, in depression, in
hopes that salvation within grasp.
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