Poetic Release
Perfect time of Day,
Where emotions that have haunted me in Sleep have somehow stilled at bay.
My Hand once covered in rust,
Now have particles falling as I write in a rush....
Thoughts and words alike all in a rush.
My pen can hardly seem to keep up,
As this unexplainable substance fills my once empty cup
I feel as though I could write till my hand surrender's in pure discomfort
As I fully submerge into this feeling...... Feeling of never ending fulfillment
Nothing is like the release of a poetess,
As she fully succumbs to the pent up emotions -thoughts that have until now left her restless.
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