Poetry
What is it
Really?
Just words
Sewn together with
Thin thread
To form exquisite phrases
We can't help but fall
Hopelessly in love with.
What is it
About these sewn words
That draw us in?
We take one look at them
And get absorbed;
Body mind and soul.
As we read
Our thoughts become
More and more deep
Filling with an oasis of words
Never thought of before;
Creating ideas that we
Never thought could consume
Us.
I'm drowning in this oasis.
I feel the stumbling
Words bunch and gather
In my lungs;
Killing me yet
Keeping me alive.
I feel the words slowly
Overpower my system;
Yet I want--
I need--
Them to become a
Part of me.
