that poet feeling

does anybody else get that feeling deep in their chest, sharp like it's begging to come out but also soft as in fire soft, embers in a hole in the ground? does anybody else get that feeling on rainy days when everyone's outside spinning around and around drinking in the nonexistent light? does anybody else get that feeling when you hear a song you know all the words to but still pierces the spot in between your ribs where i'm convinced flowers bloom? does anybody else get that feeling and you can't quite feel for the right words as to what it is and all you know is you're going to shout the chorus out the windows and all you can think is

i need to write a poem about this feeling

but the words never seem to come out just right? does anybody else get that feeling when you know somewhere in your soul that the best poems you'll ever write will never be written? when you know, you know, that the rain will stop and the fire will die and the song will end and the poem will be finished

but this feeling this terrible wonderful feeling will never ever go away?

does anybody else get that poet feeling?