Poem Purge

I purge my soul of things only I know.

It helps me see what can truly be,

Not just a dream of you and me.

When my fingers hit the keys

It lights a fire in me.

I set off on a rant

Of rhyme and chant

Oh, what good will it be

If it is only read by me?

Yet what good will it do

If it is only read by you?

At least I put it down

Then I’ll no longer drown

In the thoughts in my head

As I hear it be read

Like the beauty of a dancer

I see the answer

Is this an omen?

No, but it is still my poem.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Emmanuel55

"Oh, what good will it be

If it is only read by me?

Yet what good will it do

If it is only read by you?" 

 

These were some dope lines!

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