Toil

Bubbled angst

that coils within

demanding payment 

for starving sin

Tangled love

for pen danced forms 

creating life 

and breaking norms

Listen to me

the ticking dragonfly

buried deep

in gut awry

Beneath the hell

there sleeps a soul

just begging you

to write them full 

A thirsting cry

that screams "Relay!

I won't leave 

till words display

Lest waking hours

blur the thoughts

that toiled moments

starved poetry sought

While those who sleep

rename their dreams

all I ask 

is a penman's scheme

Don't let me die

don't let me rest

till your poetry 

has bridged the crest 

A moment, two

and I'll be gone

what words will my voice

be walking on?"