I realised my prison was with me,
An eternal,
Final punishment of emotion.
To write was to express it all,
But to write well was to feel it all.
Beautiful words,
Enchanting sentences,
Born from heartbreak,
Heart ache,
The burden I shoulder clawing into my brain,
More, more, more,
As each wonderous tear splashes the keys,
And refuels my fire.
A powerful, dangerous game,
Where one person loses,
And the other remains.