A NEED
Veracity through verbosity
Through the cat leaps we litsen
How if you dangle your clause a moment can glitsen
With skinny fist and stubbed led we pull these words
Defiant from our heads oh the shoudler of giant
Rike, Rumi, Raine
In these shoes I have lain and been led.
Angelou Akhmaudina, whose lips parted the seas who sees
These intricacies and that poetry is not a passion
But a NEED.
Poetry heals and it steals the souls of those who think they are unwanted
With words of sympathy and passion we lay there haunted
A beauty to hold the pencil as we write and cry and scream the words
Poetry, a need, heals the heart and the damaged cords
A soft lullaby and i no longer cry in anguish but in joy, I have found my light
Poetry is not a passion
But a NEED.