Desire bubbles in the brain –
like a pot of boiling water.
Desire fuels the imagination.
Words swirl like storms raging inside a chaotic brain.
Desire stirs the soul from tired dark places.
Shining light. Blinding the senses.
Desire pumps blood to places long dormant.
Bringing your frontal cortex to life.
Desire drives harder than any human could.
Must get out! Must fulfill! MUST!
Desire, an all consuming fire.
Burning deep within.
Desires with and without names.
Can cause harm it not contained.
Desire!
Name it. Claim it. Bring it to life.
Desire?
Consume it or be consumed.
Desire.
Convert it to reality. Or let it die.
Idea for this poem came to life while listening to Think Rich and Grow: Napoleon Hill – published in 1937, Hill.
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