My Words

My words fall like raindrops on this page

Spilling ink with every letter

My words interweave like snakes in a rage

Flaming like a raging fire

My words cut through the forest of this page

With ignited meaning

Letters in conflagration on a stage

Syllables all blazing

There is not water to put out this fire

A fire on a rampage

My poetic thoughts demonstrate hunger

With a fire they’re engaged

Can you hear the cracking of this paper?

Like that of dry leaves and wood

Along this page my hand and pen meander

The white paper is its food

My words build a world of imagination

Thoughts as silent as the grave

Paint firelight pictures of love and destruction

To the pen I am a slave