Writing Inferno

I write
Because I must
I have a creative inferno
A fiery thrust

It burns and rages
On the inside of me
Either I can let it consume me
Or I can set it free

It singes the paper
With intricate scorch marks
That somehow tell the story
Of my aching heart

And as I watch it
Slowly dwindle out
From the path it took
Clean water pours out



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