The Literary Curse Poem by jane solanrobertson

My head is full of 'something',
I wonder if I'll burst-
I get the weidest feeling
That somehow I've been cursed.
I feel it brimming over
Into ever-increasing surges
And know I must make sense of
These strange creative urges.
They ooze out onto paper
To relieve a frantic mind,
So many thoughts deciphered
Into words I have to find.
Outbreak turns to outlet
And a gradual release
Of emotions somehow channelled
Into a literary piece.
The tremors are subsiding
I'm in remission, I know it
From this sickness, the price I pay
For being born A POET!