A Burning Urge Poem by Teddy Wirunda

I feel like exploding
I feel like imploding
Because of this burning urge
With the ability to charge.

Should I touch it?
Or,
Should I leave it?
'cause it's so hot
but my desire's on a high note.

My hands are cold,
So cold
My heart is hot,
Burning hot.

If only I could teach
My trembling hands
To hold a pen
Or the burning heart
To forget and doubt,
I could quench this fire within
And defeat this burning urge in me.