So many words competing.
Floating around in my brain.
Jumbled word of nonsense.
Waiting to be ascertained.
Unscrambling words unsought.
Emotions not yet explained.
Words need to be released.
Feelings I can no longer retain.
Writing my thoughts into verses.
Freeing me from mental fatigue.
Provoking responses in others.
Penning tales of intrigue.
Writing is the essence of my soul
Conveying my manifestations,
From drama to laughter, even tears.
Bringing me total satisfaction.
For Russell Sivey's contest, "Poetry About Poetry"