It's there
We can feel it
The uncontrollable urge that won't go a way
The panic that's unexplainable
It builds and builds never letting up
Needing a way out but one's hard to find
We can't get it out
But it has to go
Driving us crazy
The need to create
Create what?
Painting?
Drawing?
Poem?
Can't say
Drowning in undirected anxiety
~Rain
I wrote this one a while ago, can't remember when
