The chaotic mess of my mind
Flows out in a rhyme
People ask me "how" do I write
Leaving me speechless each time.
"I write because I write"
An answer too dumb, but the best to come to my mind.
How can I express what it all means
When with my eyes wide open I create a scene
In my head; not a daydream;
But a world where I feel what's for real.
I can feel my heart pump as i write each line
Put that chaos down in a rhyme.
The words I write are what I feel inside
But sometimes even they can't describe
The beauty of poetry in my life.
It's my meditation, my prayer,
My love, passion and despair.
It's not all that I live for, it is my life.
My being, reality and disguise.
Intoxicated by words,
In my own world,
Where I'm the queen and rhythm reigns,
Read in between the lines
For if you see my world through my eyes
The beauty lies in what's unexplained.
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry of Life
PoetryA set of poems from my daily life and personal inspirations. I hope you can relate to it too. Enjoy your read!!!
