A Mornings Word 09/27/07 Poem by wordsy wright

I watched in awe
At the muse's flaw
In the words I wrote that night
And the thoughts
I still remember
Do fill me now with fright
The deep and utter darkness
That within ones soul does dwell
And the thoughts that rise
Doeth burn mine eyes
From their fowl and rancid smell
And the memories now that haunt me
In my dreams they do exist
The urgent depths of yearning
Of which I can’t resist
A void and empty calling
Whose line that I must toe
To fill that wonton burning
And quench my awful woe.