Burnt Prose Poem by Matthew Holloway

The fire in me has been relit
Praise be to poetry
I feel the hunger again
To drink the ink from my pen
And spit out lines over a page
Expelling verses of nature
And odes to such sweet love
My confessions of passion
And reflections of dreams
There, there they are in print
Now visable as though I am naked
Thats the fire I enjoy
Burning my every fibre
Raging through my mind
An inferno of possibilites
Red hot and pure
Just how I like it