Deep within my very soul
Burns a fire so hot; so bright.
It has but one goal
To, through day and night,
Burn holes in my mind
Through which my thoughts flow,
Like a river; helping me unwind,
To sit back and let my emotions go.
The heated thoughts flow down my arm
And into my red inked pen.
Some of them may set off an alarm
But I take a deep breath and count to ten.
Scribbling letters in a particular way
Is to take my mind out of park
And to stick it in gear to help say,
"This is my way of leaving my mark."
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