Poem of the Week-The Process

Clears my head

Lets my demons fly away

Gives order to the randomness of words

Creating magic

Displacing anger

Roaring my morning

Hands find on home

On my keyboard

The high from completion

Exposes the internal to the external

Screaming melodrama

Scaring myself to think

Scribbling phrases

To promptly share

With no one

But my voice

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