The gaping void that lies bereft
Craving inexplicably for order
Swirling, massless clouds of thought
The void begins to form a border
Without question and accepting
The borders grow and form a page
The pen is drawn to tell the paper
Of all my mirth. And all my rage
The latent energy provokes reaction
The sparks cause flame, then fire, inferno
A magnetic attraction
Line and verse are made to flow
A sense sublime of satisfaction
A therapeutic, stoic release
Void now filled, a manifestation
And then I'm purged, my mind is cleansed
Replete, I urge my mind to cease
Esra Sloblock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creation-2/
