London Poem: Day 195

28 February

Words come like never before,
Spilling in great waves,
Crashing in staccato bursts
To form whole thoughts without
The hindrance of stop-gaps and
Pauses, fear builds to protect
The self from judging eyes.
Even breath stands in the way,
Pushing and pulling working time,
And the mind, against the soul.
So, I sat up, and pushed back.

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