The gaping void that lies bereft <br />Craving inexplicably for order <br />Swirling, massless clouds of thought <br />The void begins to form a border <br />Without question and accepting <br />The borders grow and form a page <br />The pen is drawn to tell the paper <br />Of all my mirth. And all my rage <br />The latent energy provokes reaction <br />The sparks cause flame, then fire, inferno <br />A magnetic attraction <br />Line and verse are made to flow <br />A sense sublime of satisfaction <br />A therapeutic, stoic release <br />Void now filled, a manifestation <br />And then I'm purged, my mind is cleansed <br />Replete, I urge my mind to cease<br /><br />Esra Sloblock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creation-2/
