Fire

I'm actually sort of proud of this one. My plan for it is to record it as a spoken word poem while my friend plays guitar, mandolin or drums in the background.

My mind is constantly being flooded with thoughts.

Thoughts of the past and the future.

Thoughts that cut deep into my soul and threaten to bleed me until I’m drained.

But sometimes these thoughts are positive,

Sometimes they’re exciting thoughts.

Sometimes they’re thoughts that start a fire fueled by passion in my gut

A fire that might someday burn up my throat and out my mouth and into the air.

These thoughts might turn to words.

These words, I hope they’re good words.

Words that can help others find their own fire.

But right now…

Right now the thoughts that are invading my brain are not good.

They won’t start a fire in my gut.

They won’t help others.

They’ll do nothing but cause paranoia and pain

And confusion

Always confusion.

A flood of confusion that will engulf my brain and pour into my throat and then into my lungs and eventually fill my body until I am full of it.

Until I am nothing but a jumble of thoughts that cause nothing but pain and paranoia and confusion.

This scares me.

The possibility of never being able to make sense of anything

Always hurting

It’s terrifying.

But the possibility of someday thinking thoughts that will cause a fire to ignite in my gut, burn up my throat and out my mouth and turn into words that might help someone...

That is what keeps me here.

Reviews

[xLyricx]

Internal battle?
I believe that's kufes toughest battle
Good job