Smoke without Fire

7th December '16

So much simmering inside,

So much.

Why doesn’t it boil over?

Someone turn the heat on. Please!

I’m not done.

Still am a bit tight.

But this urge to spill over, before I’m done?

This urge,

So much.

Let the fire be drowned.

Let it sizzle.

When the smoke rises up

It’ll become a cloud and come down as rain.

It’ll rain,

So much.