Of A Creative Delirium

Tears well up in my eyes

As thoughts jostle with each other

In a rare frenzy to earmark

The best of my words

To adorn themselves in,

Before they herald their debut.

It's akin to hosting

A creative delirium,

Inside me,

With my soul being

A mere handcuffed witness,

Unsure of what

Churns up at the end.

The lull that knells this unforeseen storm

Brings me an ounce of peace,

A pound of solace,

And heaps of happiness,

As rewards for renting my fancied womb

To catalyse this virgin creation.