Hunger of the soul

A scream inside, a whisper outside Lays a soul in the open wide A hunger gnaws, a void that yearns A canvas of blank pages waiting Calling my name, a story awaits The space between thoughts, a journey begins A lot to be said, my soul says In the depths of my soul, a fire burns What am I saying, they question And wise ears listen for wise words Only to be answered by my voice In whispers, they ask, and I search for answers It all starts with a pen at hand The letters that feed my soul The ink that marks my presence My words may not wealth bring, but wisdom's wealth And it's not just a blank page But a world waiting to be filled with adventure And in the ink's dark kiss, a mark that time won't still AN INK SPILL, A MARK STILL