the words are burning at my fingertips
waiting to be expressed
waiting to be written
to be read to be seen
to be felt
to be related
compared
so i can know
i'm not the only individual who feels the way i do
sometimes late at night
when everything is still not right
grateful for where i am
but still not satisfied
this internal feeling not settling.
the emotions that are spinning
i know i'm not alone
in these sentiments
but still
the feeling
is very cold.
the end.