It just pours out of me you see
kind of like the damn finally bursting
it's hard to live in this head some days
ideas, images, thoughts, feelings
all jostling and churning
and bloody interrupting!

I have work to do here and yet
the compulsion to let rip is strong
to write and write until more of it's gone
and the pressure will then ease
and it won't feel like a must
more like an if you please

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