There’s something fierce, inside my head.
It keeps me restless in my bed.
My mind is dangling by a thread —
a monster clamors to be fed.
My skin is crawling, flushed and red.
a hunger cries, inside my head —
it sears my thoughts, like white hot lead.
It calls all night, like books unread.
I need to be consumed and bled,
to slake my thirst — don’t be misled!
It’s fierce — this urge, inside my head.
I’ve trembled, and my needs I’ve pled–
I’ve longed for you, here in my bed.
I wake and ache, alone instead.
Come find me here, as I have said —
and meet this beast, inside my head.
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POETIC FORM: QUATERN
16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas). Each line is comprised of 8 syllables. 1st line is the refrain (R). In the 2nd stanza, the refrain appears in the 2nd line; in the 3rd stanza, the 3rd line; in the 4th stanza, the 4th (and final) line. There are no rules for rhyming or iambics.
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Pen's Ink 