Half Finished No More Poem by keith Durante

hands feverish aching to form
chords that resound
the rythym in my loins
born in the words I sing

half finished songs
conceived in mad frenzy
imploring me to complete or
abort this rush of thought

but the feelings remain
like cold puddles in the rain
splashing and rippling my insides
until the storm subsides

the bridge that ties
all the feelings that bind
repeating chorus and rising cresendo
to each alone the lyric is blind

cascading like a wave
crashing upon the shore
libido swirling like a violent eddy until
half finished no more