True Love of Coffee

This was without reason or rhyme
A sudden outburst of emotional rheatoric
Fueled by desire, and hidden urges
My thoughts were dark, far more insidious than creative
Yet I wrote each harsh letter, and none of them I could read
They left me wondering if my soul was making me bleed

Oh yes, my addiction to the phrases of my mind
The passionate lust my heart needed to express
and the worry, despair, envy, inspiration, hope, love, and utter lack of self regard
Fueled my hands to fly across the paper trying to capture each thought
Leaving behind letters of red that seemed all too black
The darkest thoughts of myself being burned into reality by desperation and obsession

I tried to stop, to keep myself from cutting my own body against the edges of the world
My mind screamed out of control as my body became sore and numb
and yet my will was shattered by the chaotic barrage of unlabelled feeling
Life became a canvas, spinning in a whirling of color and embelishment
A dream of oblivion that could define itself over and over again,
finding a description for each random idea without any pause

And yet I would be left alone
A simple artist to some
A poet to others
I would be everything they could define me to be
with a reputation, perhaps with even status or false title
and I would think of myself as barely having started

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