Filled
Filled to the brim
Filled
Filled with passion
Filled with fuss
Tumble & Turn with no space to breathe
Clustered up & about to break
When i write i let it all go
Empty
Like I have nothing
Like I had nothing
.....
Where is the fuss
Where is the passion
Where is the fury
The anxiety that could swamp a whole nation
That could change lives
now sealed to the tip of a pen stroke
Expression
Like the tap of life
It can be sweet & bitter
It flows, if fills
It stops, it empties
Like the color of life
It always paints its own pictures
with the stroke of a pen, it can be sealed

You have so much
after 2 words you have no more
Expressions, born from feelings, father of actions

The reason why i write
The reason why I write much
The reason why I write little
The reason why its beautiful
The reason why its incomplete

Expression
Have you ever put yours to the
mercy of the stroke of a pen