Musings

I like to think I can write
And
I can.
I can write on
And on
Until my pain ebbs
like the tide of my sea

My heart storms
Clouding my head and
Raining down
Tears
From me
The words flow – likewise
Hot and hateful
Passionately painful.

Till exhausted with emotion
I clock down four minutes passed.
I lay down my pen
I have written.
Yes.
I can write.

4th April. ’05
00.01 am