Amanda Eckols - fuel

to fuel the soul
I feed the fire
that haunts the heart
passion, desire
a meal of words
that means not
but still they come
and there they rot
open up
share their meaning
hold them up
if they be worth eating
its a sight
we must prepare
To grow the mind
and starve the ear
speak then loud
do not shy
to word belong
yell them into the sky
for hopes in sorrow
someone shall echo back
a comment you lack
a new food to try
and you sent a different back

(please tell me if you understand)

Amanda Eckols

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fuel-6/