Poem #06

Not often am I struck with such a feeling

Amidst the late hours of the night

A dynamo lay churning within

Ushering forth a will far beyond my own

Make haste, I hear from deep within

Do what must be done, for there is much of it

Pass upon and disregard whatever else

Tirelessly I begin upon the spontaneous fascination

Yet as every time before, “Why?” I ask

Feeling as if this time I’ll get a decent response

Reason enough to not go on

Waiting for my answer, I’m left alone

Prey to whatever may haunt my mind my empty mind

Passion is protection