Poetic Release

Perfect time of Day, Where emotions that have haunted me in Sleep have somehow stilled at bay. My Hand once covered in rust, Now have particles falling as I write in a rush.... Thoughts and words alike all in a rush. My pen can hardly seem to keep up, As this unexplainable substance fills my once empty cup I feel as though I could write till my hand surrender's in pure discomfort As I fully submerge into this feeling...... Feeling of never ending fulfillment Nothing is like the release of a poetess, As she fully succumbs to the pent up emotions -thoughts that have until now left her restless.