Now tell me
What is poetry really?
Just mere words stuck together
Expressing the thoughts better?
Or just a wistful reach out
Carrying the wounds from a fall out
Is it just sad and boring
Or does it have to be vague and thrilling
Sorrow? Mostly.
Romance? Maybe.
But why do the words have such power?
To flow
To sting
To exhilarate
But also to make you delusional
That all these immense feelings
Are here to likely stay
That reading all of this
Would make as much sense
As writing this just did
As if its not all a facade
A spur of a moment
Just a way around words
To make it a bit less shabby
Or maybe,
Just a tool to get high on hurt
YOU ARE READING
A piece of Me.
Poetry@pagesunturned_ on instagram This book is not a story. Its just me being me. Poems, drawings, short stories, rants. Universe through my eyes?👀 So if you choose to read this, welcome to my world. Its pretty sad though. 2019-11-14: #1 on poems /84k ...
