this is why i write

what do i do with this crying out of the heart, this
screaming from the inside, longing to be heard?
i have no voice worthy of carrying it, no
words muscular enough to withstand it.
and yet it pours forth, from every pore
of my being, its voice loud enough
to be heard in my every thought.

i wish to destroy
this page, this
empire! to express the fire that burns inside,
i could write forever, and never find the words
but i will try, i have no choice
but to try, so
i shall write. of fantastical
and impossible things, of
the past and the future! of
the dreams of tomorrow,
the pain of today,
the lessons of yesterday.
of love gained, lost. of
missed chances, swollen
opportunities, and the
chance to be who i wasn't yesterday.
come, inspiration! come, oh daemon of old!
i was listening when you told me to write, oh
where are you now? cannot i
create with the outpouring of my heart? i desire as well! come, visit me!