I Don't Ever Want to Lose This Feeling

I don't want to ever lose this feeling

this inspiration

this

delighting feeling when writing.

The worshiped words expressing

the deepest, darkest parts of my brain

with a black-inked pen

and the heartfelt responses of my heart

when the tip of the pen brushes the blank paper.

Never could I imagine this kind of stillness

of the imagination and

of thinking, a break

from the blabber of the consciousness.

and from this overwhelmed feeling:

a dilemma is created between

the nourishment of

an elegant brushing and

a devoted passion enclosed with

tears demanding,

eyelashes itching,

ice piercing the wind

chilliness piercing my fair skin

blizzard blowing against my bare spleen

and with this,

poetry hangs on the threads of existence

in the thoughts of ineloquent children

resting within their delicate assembled forts.

waiting for the moment they will be absolved on paper

through their grown-up fingers and veins of blood

pumping through the cold

as the red-inked pen stirs in the distance and awaits to own some poetry.