Writing
a poem by Charles Bukowski
1991
Often it is the only thing
between you and impossibility.
Nothing can save you except
writing.
It keeps the walls from falling.
The hordes from closing
in.
It blasts the darkness.
Writing is the ultimate psychiatrist,
the kindliest god of all
the gods.
Writing stalks death.
It knows no quit,
and writing laughs at
itself, at pain.
It is the last expectation,
the last explanation.
That's
what it is.
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