Burning

A poet is born not taught
A person either has it or not
Poetry cannot be learned-only sought
The burden formed in the soul
Burns from the depths of Sheol
Wanting to come alive
Creating a kind of drive
Thoughts have to be on paper
Words must be formed! Come out!
The verse brought to life, end of drought.

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