The fire burns deep inside
My yearning for to write
But deep inside I cannot find
The fuel to keep alight.
The words spill out on every page
Just trying to make some sense,
And yet I don't know
What to say - I'm so wound up and tense.
I write the words as they spill out
Not knowing what's going to be?
For the words are sharp
Just like a knife
And that's what's killing me.
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40 something just getting stuff out of my head.
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