This is how it always starts
Burning, burning, burning
Words in my head
Red hot
White hot
Flickering flames

The need for pen
Paper
Words
A release
My soul scratched out in black ink
Or blue

No one to ever know
The source of my discontent
But a piece of paper
Words on a page
Emotions bled through a pen
Sweet escape of their building pressure

Words are power
Words are underdstanding
Re-read them and know myself
That little bit more
Just enough to allow myself
Rest from these words

Put them to sleep
Extinguish them
Destroy the toil
Of an hour of tortuous re-reading
And fixing the mess made
By the pour of emotions

No paragraphs
No structure
Burn them
As they burned me
So take a match
And light them up

Light them up
My thoughts
My emotions
My words
Me
Light me up

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