Reality pours on like a poetic rhyme
It flows like a carefully chosen sound
Intertwining and constructing the snare of time
Poems are delicate however profound
Emotions swell within
I hold onto them I hide my tears
I could rip open, I let free with my pen
Showing myself to others, I gravely fear
Revolving and filtering throughout the days
Put feelings on paper and let go
Because in the very end it pays
With sufficient haze verses will flow
Poetry is a way to express my pain
Life creates suffering and sorrow
Poetry is a wild thing, never to be tame
For words you create, not borrow
