Passion

Passion

 

In the rush of insane pursuit

My heart racing uncontrollably

I was compelled to put pen to paper

For what contemplative reason

My mind forbade me from witnessing

There was no forethought in the outcome

That Would end the movement of the ink

Crushed and tragic my life plays

And still my thought races to completion

The drive so hard now my chest exploding

Why this sudden burst of emotion

Pursuing me through words explored

Inspired by compelled knowing

Nothing to vanquished predictability

To this end my bowels turn

The pressure to press on grows stronger

I am alive in every presence of being

When all around is crumbling and in ruin

My mind begins to understand at once

That in irrevocable exhaustion

All that I thought was contained

Explodes in the message of the writer

For what will not relent in this prose

Is the inescapable movement of PASSION