Words Of Poem by Poet Dragon

Gray to white, hold nothing back
the wrist is weary and heady in its
passion to continue on and in fullness
express that which cannot be felt
and is in fact more release than expression
\You worry too well about other thoughts
and seek to guide the raging torrent
of words without refinement but with
power gleaned from pure passion
with the rough edges left on for seasoning
at the moment of perception
\At last they feel the pressure of the end
knowing from experience that the room is gone
temporarily they held in abeyance
the sorrows of confused equilibrium
that was unbalanced but now is free