Poetry and Me


Words swirl around in the mind,

bringing meaning to an otherwise

dreaded and foreboding existence.

Words on paper or on screen

keep the dark at bay for me.

All that's needed is a pen

and notebook on the desk.

Love and fear all I feel

all goes to the paper there.

Everything can be explained

by a simple poem written.

A life without words simple and dull

never fulfilled in a life full of waste.  


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