Born of passion, time again -
Needle, screen, and page and pen -
There ignited in the twitching,
Fire burning, fire itching.
Beast rebelled, and beast repelled,
Mind still pulsing, hands expelled.
Off with shackles, off with chains.
Born of passions, and of pains.
Fear is here and beast is gone.
Broken lightbulbs don’t turn on.
I cannot cure it with a rhyme -
Only with some time.
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Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)
PoetryWhat starts with a sandbox and ends with an epigraph? My first collection of poems.
