It's burning inside
 like it does
An intense desire
 to write.  

Like there's something in there
 to be released,
 just waiting
 for my permission.  

I think I'd like to now.  
Release it.  

It seems
 to both me
 and to it
 to keep it
 I'm not sure
 what it is.  

 doesn't want
 to write itself today;
 it's determined
 to make me
 do the tough
 of pulling
 it forth

1 comment:

Jason Kichline said...

I felt like this today too! Thus my poem "empty". Very strange that we have the same issue at the same time.