Paper Heart Poetry

Part 32:A Poem To An Author

So much time to sit and think.
Probe and ponder my feelings in ink

Willow and roll in tears of untold pain.
Rhyming my emotions with metaphors in a darker domain.

Before I had to bite my tounge.
Now my deepest inner most words are not left unsung.

Inspiration flooding my every vein.
From pent up memories of extraordinary pain.

My words flow steadily.
Sometimes a little off beat.

But then again,capturing the real thing is one hell of a feat.

Here,I'm saying all the words I want to scream.
To a bunch of strangers who probably actually don't care about me.

Here I lay my secrets for all to see.
Sit and cross my fingers that I'm judged kindly.

Rising in the ranks as others see fit.
As my words form meanings to which others commit.