Poetry By Me

Writing

Writing is not for the weak

For it always causes you

To dig deep and think

Just as fluently as you blink

Never missing a beat

You must continue to hum in sync

Thoughts are the missing links

Just as if

You were a shrink

Solving ones problems

And speaking ones mind

We write

And we write

As if we would run out of time

Thoughts flowing like gold

And words being told

Of treasures of old

These words cannot be controlled

We will not be paroled

Our words will unfold

Into the laps

That might perhaps

Collapse

At the sight of it all

No thought is small

We break down walls

We call the fallen

And we pray for the dead

Wishing we could mend

This mountain of dread

But it must be done

And we've only just begun

Though it won't be fun

We mustn't shun

This repugnance of love

And we must always care

No matter the glares

We will light the flares

And plant the flowers

To remind us all

We have this power

L.O.M