I hear you
I hear you in
the pouring rain...
Words that cannot escape my brain.
( ) of being human
Lighting strikes and
Words flow through my unsteady hand.
Who can explain?
How the world fades and tears
Like a sheet of paper
How the earth shakes when I think of--
Only poetry can
Or how my blood boils at the sight of
Or the unknown nausea of not always being able
To understand that my story
If my pen does not strike
If a thunder does not roll and roar