Raging River
Written for Patients Like Me
(What Touched By Fire Means For Me)
I burn from within,
torrents of flame rage through me,
words in every order
carried along in its current.
They heat my hands as I race
to write them down fast enough.
Idea after idea after idea
errupting, pouring out of me.
They are in control
I am a vessel that never runs dry.
But my human body collapses
under the searing pain of
relentless inspiration.
Finally, found drained and broken
on the floor,
they start the drugs again.
The liquid ice that consumes my fire.
In a haze I see the river calm, and drain,
and freeze solid.
I am forced inside an ice cube
and kept there.
Contained.
But while I lie in torture
a flame flickers on deep inside me
and slowly it will melt the ice
and I will once again
embrace the current,
and let it take me
wherever it wants to go.
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