The Flame
The Flame
Some compose
While others slumber
Dancing with insomnia
A burning desire to create
Like lust
The pressure,
The need to be fulfilled
The world’s a playground enticing the mind
Is it the:
Mysteries of life
Political charades
Modifications of the law,
Privation, outlaws created
Family dysfunction hidden in a box
One must not tell what all already knows
Lost love
Frail hearts redact
For writing is medicine
The heat
The urge
The sensation
Words manipulating
Escaping
Longing to reach paper
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