I wrote a poem from my heart,
The end was unknown,
But I knew the start.
I wrote all the words,
In the way that they flowed:
A poetic journey
On an unknown road,
With an unknown story
Waiting to be told.
Would I regret my decision
To be so bold?
Of course not!
I sternly told myself;
This poetry comes
From my inner self.
The words and lines
Just kept growing.
I knew where I'd been,
But not where I was going.
I knew that once the end was in sight,
My unknown poem would be alright.
I knew I had to let it flow,
And allow my inhibitions to go,
And now it's time to put to an end,
This subconscious poem
for you, my friend!
