Fire and Desire

This burning

The constant yearning

Stomach acids churning

Like a coal furnace

Heat burns from inside of my chest

I try writing songs but I'm not the best

But I don't care anymore

Putting myself through the test

Not caring about pride ego or any of that mess

Losing my pride was like speaking through a Lip that's cleft

It took time and lots of people that left

Careless I write because my heart feels heft

Scribbles and scratches

On napkins or a box of matches

Writing is a passion

Like a junky crashing

Someone is grabbing my heart and mashing

So I let it bleed onto paper nothing flashy

Just my fire and desire

To make something that someone may admire

Or it may just spark their own fire

Just my fire and desire

It wakes me at night

No I'm not a liar

Sometimes it does it in fright

Maybe my demons just want a good fight

Maybe they want me to break in their sight

Someday I just might

Then the night becomes light

And I continue to write.