A spark that electrifies within,
It a small shot thrumming in my veins.
Something so small but spreads,
And before I can fully taste it, it fades.
I crave for that spark,
I'm petrified of that spark.
Within me is a spark,
That controls far to much inside,
Having far to much power over me.
A spark enlightens amongst the hollowness of my chest.
The spark can be a light bulb, a guide,
Next it can be a catastrophic explosion, a cycle of dead ends.
Its a flicker of light, that lights within.
Pure light locked in a vessel,
An spark counting down, trapped.
Being a human is an experience in itself, a beautiful but frightening one. Beings such as us are so very complex, and keep making ourselves as such. Power inside of us that can heal but destroy ourselves as well as others, if we allow it.
Sorry us speaking and writing rubbish and nonsense out of free time once more.