when the thoughts and emotions push upon my soul
i have to write, to express and not feel so full
and so i feel the pull
of the words that come and go
and tell of wisdom i don't even know
words rolling cross the paper
statements rolling into each other
a melancholy pleasure riding on a wave of passion
for the words that i fashion
remembrance of pain lost
each drop of crimson ink the cost
etch into ethereal existence
seared into my soul ever since
burning with a desire
for understanding so dire
to express my meaning
with the words of importance
and so i leave these rhymes
upon these lines
full of my own infusion
of the memories, feelings and confusions
that otherwise might drive me away
from those things i could never say