Boiling Emotion’s

When I go month’s,day’s, week’s without no release.

The ink dried up, and withered away.

The breeze blew, and the paper took flight into the night.

There was no click-clack of the keyboard.

No blinding backlight searing my sight.

The emotion’s biulding, and keep on building.

Splashing at the surface,




Boiling over.

Until it’s pouring, and spilling.

I just can’t fight the urge to write.

It’s simply not a choice, I have not much say in the matter.


Written by: Jamie Whorton©

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