Just a Poem

Just my Poetry that I've been wanting to share.
My poetry gets more defined further in the book but it starts out with my earlier stuff.

Just a poem,
Just a word, a whisper, the timber of the voices quiver.
A trumpet call, a drum, the chant of something yet to come.
that quiet thrum.
Layer upon layer the book becomes thicker, and territory is claimed.
but the characters, nouns and vowels will never be tamed.
The way to write on this battlefield of feelings
it's not based on seeing.
It's not stealing the cannons, or killing the generals.
It's victories through sentences, the peoples call.
it makes kingdoms fall.
Just a poem about the thrum. and the feelings that come.
when you listen to the timbering quiver.
That whisper of words.