Poetry.
Like a fog, it creeps up from behind,
And echoes through your mind
Until the deafening silence is too strong,
And your pen dances across the page as your thoughts sing their song.
Poetry.
When your mind is on fire
And your pen is a torch of ire
And your words are an ever-flowing river.
The sheer power running through your veins is enough to make you shiver.
Poetry.
Like lightning in your fingertips.
When your thoughts stumble and your mind trips.
When frayed, fragile, fractured fragments form your soul
And your world is spinning and you feel so empty, yet whole—
Poetry.
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A poetry poem I wrote for school.
