Writing

Words pour from my soul
Like the drops of rain
Beating against my window
The letters move across the page
Burning their meaning into time
The minutes pass
Each second an eternity
Flowing into another day
Seasons pass
As I ponder upon their worth
What do they mean to me?
Are they worth the time?
The seconds spent in agony
Waiting for the thoughts to form
Are they worth the sacrifice?
I ponder upon these things
As I write of my life
Where will I turn
When the words
No longer have worth?