Poetry

Just a poem

Poetry

Hearts bleed words

Fingers are tools

Poetry is nonsense

Written by fools

Rotating lines

On winding spools

Demons and angels

Dictating rules

Poetry is a train

Loaded with pain

And joy and all

It may contain

Clouds on a mountain

Dew on a plane

Rain on a desert

Thirsty for rain

I don't know why

We live, then die

Believe in a hope

We know is a lie

Of broken dreams

But still, we try

Live on a promise

Leave with a sigh

Cause after all

What do I lose

When left without

Choices to choose

On broken boats

I ride, and cruise

I don't accept

But can't refuse

Poetry is a song

That we, all sing

Rich and poor

Beggar and king

Until the bell

Starts to ring

And time claims all

And everything