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This poem is how I feel about my poetry. It describes my expression through poetry.. |
An emotional outlet; A chance to be free. My way of conveying, what's happening in me. My thoughts trickle out, of the ink in my pen. I keep writing so madly; as if there's no end. A poetic expression; A story to tell. Sometimes it's like heaven; sometimes it's like hell. Don't sit and judge me; for my words have no voice. It's a born infliction; not of my choice. I may not hold conversations; or have pictures to see. Just read what's in print; if you want to know me. |