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?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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