Why do I write this verse,
To release my overwhelming, pent up emotions
Or to quench my artistic thirst?
I do not know.
But the truth is,
Every chosen word is intertwined with
The very passions that keep my heart
From falling dead; Genuine ones,
No matter how appealing in words.
But I wonder,
Have the words done justice
In conveying what I feel?
Or are these emotions of mine
Strong enough to permit a commendable piece?
Questions abound I cannot answer.
But what I do know is,
I pour out what I feel.
And this way
I become a part of the verse I write.
