Passion

The first poem in my collection of short works, Passion, is about writing, and what it is and does to me. I hope you enjoy it, and perhaps even relate to it.

Passion

It courses in my veins.

It fills my blood.

It makes my body shake.

It makes my body ache.

Torture in its own sense,

This longing,

This fervor.

Though it is but an idea.

It consumes my mind

And punctures my soul.

My heart begins to race

And my head to spin.

Screams build in my throat.

Sound stings my ears,

And the lightest of touches make my bones scream.

The idea is to me

Passion

And all of its symptoms,

In a raw and overwhelming sense.

I cannot breathe.

I cannot think.

Until the blank page is in front of me

And a pencil in my hand

And the idea becomes real

And I am sane again.

Author's Note

This is from A Cacophony of Thoughts, and if you enjoy it, you can check out the rest on Amazon, where it is free through Friday, February sixth! After that it is only $0.99 and contains a story or poem for everyone out there. Let me know what you think!

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Only one for presentation...so I cannot make a true evaluation of your work...but this adds a bit of insight in your intake of the word...passion and the elements that you create on your canvas...each their own when the sheet and the pencil come together...and the imagination can run wild from there...Congrats on your self-publication by the way...good day...