Calling all Angels..

The sudden need

  The uncanny urge

 The quiet rage

  To put words d

                       o

                         w

                            n

                               To have them drop 

                                                          off the page in a violent rage of events > one thing             after the other

The discontent and the emotional malnutrition of the starved

Quiet 

   The dark quiet, the bright light of silence in the piercing over worked compliments of my brain

Too quiet.

  TOO much

                                                                  Far too little...