Aching Words
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There are desperate words deep inside my chest
They claw their way out through my ribs and flesh
And they flow through my blood veins to my fingertips
They take control of my hand and make me grip a pen
The words clamor at the metal tip for a taste of ink
The pen touches pure paper, and the words slide out
They cover the page in a wave of black on white
Poetry, philosophy, sentences simple and complex
Dancing on the paper in black liquid, shining wet
Soon the page is full and another is fetched to start again
A bittersweet ache is at home in my writing hand
The flow of words ebb, gliding out with tired strokes
Satisfied, they release their hold and the pen drops away
The words are branded on their pages and there they stay
However, new words will soon start building inside my chest
Begging, hot and stinging, as they writhe behind my ribs
Desperate to be let out