Raw words,
Rawer thoughts
Spread onto paper
A forget-me-not.
Raw fire
With burning power
Fumes that lick
I need a cold shower
Rare phrases
From lost and ancient tomes
Ageless mazes
And catacombs
Mindful meanderings
Or so I hope
Raw release
That helps me cope.
So raw
So heartfelt
They stab and jab
My neurons
So many rattle
Around
I jot them down
Before they're gone.
The list is long
Am I wrong?
To follow my thoughts
To their dark conclusion
Enter the void with them
As if in collusion
Feel their raw worth
So heavy when set
Experience wisdom
I hope I get
Their meaning.
