Folks, I’ve waited a long time to say this. It gives me great pleasure to announce that our guest post today is by author Chris James! And not just any post mind you, he went out of his comfort zone to write a poem for us. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the world premiere of poet Chris James:
Why I write
I write for the fight; this is why I write.
For the futile fight I’ll never win; because I know almost no-one will read what I write.
I write because those close to me wish slyly that I would not.
I write for their indifference, their awkwardness, their disinterest.
I write because the people who know me don’t want to know that I write.
I write for their patronisation, their condescension, their scorn.
I write to be another squeaking voice on a planet overrun with shrieking, squealing insects.
I write so that what I write can be lost forever in this ludicrous dissonance.
I write to force acceptance on myself of my narrow limitations.
I write to write better; a forlorn hope with only the certainty of failure to anticipate.
I write because I love my words and my worlds.
I write to break the shackles of my chosen life and escape this bland existence.
I write for the precious few I’ve reached with my words and my worlds.
I write for these strangers who have become like the dearest friends.
I write because I have been blessed with an imagination that allows me to glimpse deep time.
I write because the certainty of its final victory compels me to write.
I write for the sad regret of it all.
I write to atone for the shame of wasting my precious time.
I write to mourn that each moment draws me closer to the instant I shall never write again.
I write because I cannot accept that which so many others accept; because I will not accept peace.
I write to turn my face away from the inevitable.
I write to set myself against everyone and everything in this insignificant universe.
This is the futile fight.
I write for this fight; that is why I write.
Chris James
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Thank you Chris! I loved it! Am I correct that this is your first published poem in the U.S.? 
Folks, this is one of the good guys you hear me talk about from time to time. Chris brightens my day with his tweets and video updates. Remember to support your indie authors, they work for your entertainment, and Chris is one of the hardest workers I know. Here are a few links where you can find him and his books.
You can find my review for his novel here:
The Second Internet Cafe, Part 1: The Dimension Researcher
The B Team and Me, or How five adorable puppies nearly ruined my life
You can buy those books here:
The Second Internet Cafe, Part 1: The Dimension Researcher
The B Team and Me, or How five adorable puppies nearly ruined my life
You can follow Chris and find his writing here:
Twitter: @GenesisFan8
Facebook
Indies Unlimited
YouTube
Chris James Blog
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Chris is a really great guy., Not only does he keep me fully entertained in cyber land but his writing is pretty darn good too. Love the poem Chris.
Thank you, Carol, I'm very happy you liked it. *big hugs*
Blimey KD – you were a bit quick out of the blocks there mate! I'd thought you'd be asleep at this hour: I go outside to mow the lawn and come back in to see this!
So thank you for putting it up, and thank you as well Carol.
I only sleep during my lunch breaks. B) Well, it seems that way at any rate. Well done on the poem sir, well done.
Hi Chris, congratulations on your poem. I was speachless when I read it and that doesn’t happen very often. It’s very thought provoking and I actually found it very moving. Brought tears to my eyes! It’s clear to anyone who reads it how passionate you are about your work. Fabulous!
*speechless
Thank you, Audrey, that's a lovely thing to say; I'm not often that honest in my writing.
Chris, your passion for writing and your writing craft is evident in each word you choose and every line you write. In your novels, the strong storytelling always includes detailed attention to the personal consequences of every character's action. From what you've written in this poem, I now see why.
I feel privileged to have read your work, both the fiction and the non. I feel even more privileged to know you and call you dearest friend.