Scribble

I can't speak natural hankering affectivity, Otherwise a pen begins writing out my encumbered mind, Scribbling uncontrollably; it flows like lava from a volcano, A scorching of withheld expressions, yet these pages are bandages for healing. A metaphoric hug cuddling curious eyes, Pasted along by their word of mouth, Caught with ears which are intrigued,  My unorthodox escape to mental satisfaction. The poetic brainpower to a emotional rollercoaster, Will they last? Will they fade? Is this destiny?