I Write

I write because I am full of feeling Fumbling through the labyrinths of my soul, A path only my blood could find As it courses through the jungles Only my veins could breed Truths my blood knows better than myself As I delve into moments - Made into lifetimes With each passing word I write because I never learned to swim And I fear to drown In the depths of passions I can neither reason with Nor contain I write because I know better Than to let my blood wither As a dried reed, Or to watch it burst, Devouring myself And everyone else with it