WHEN THE MIND IS LEFT SECLUDED
AND DETACHED FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD.
WHEN THE HEART,
HITS HARD AGAINST THE CHEST
LIKE THE TURBULENT WAVES
OFF THE SHORE.
THEN SLOWLY THE LIQUID EMOTIONS
POUR OUT OF THE GUT, THROUGH THE THROAT
INTO THE PEN OF INTERNAL BLISS,
AND STAINS THE PARCHED PAPER,
WITH THE INK OF PURE SERENITY
ALAS! I SUCCUMB TO POETRY.