Dull Ache – Sharp Jolt

from the movie Marathon Man

Backscattered echoes
of words casually tossed,
emotions impacted –
the enamel is eaten
through, and the nerve pulses
hotly – torment
me to write.

A root canal of the psyche; drill
deeply into the chagrined
flesh.  Eliminate the offense,
or at the very least, expose
it.

How do we paint our obsession?  Our need to write… whether poetry, fiction, commentary… whatever?  I can’t speak for others.  I feel the necessity to write as keenly as I have felt (God help me) a toothache.  It’s not quite air.  Closer to chocolate, actually.