A Poem's Worth
A poet can lost
When words are weaved into a web of unspoken sound and syllables
It is my escape from reality
When spoken words are stuck in my throat
And I choke on wild thoughts and chaotic dreams
I can only wish for the freedom to express
Trying to dodge away from this world full of mess
And poets don't think about their success
But merely to control or surpress their reason for distress
The possible affliction from someone's dishonesty or jurisdiction
And we only try to run and flee
Until we can see an escape from the unexplainable reality
But's it only our pens
That can keep us contained
And expose our truths
Or hide us from the pain
It's our fight
Without a weapon
We choose to wtite
In a world blocked out by dark
It's how we shed a light
And then we find ourselves to see
That someday all of life will finally be alright