Starting at the first mark
That figure, the letter written
Appears upon the flawless page
Words conveying meanings, emotions
Of life yet still caught and confused
In the stage between mind and mark
Can this new development describe
Everything
I honestly want to say?
The endless rhymeless words
Each line bringing another dimension
To a flat piece of paper
Void of conflict, only depicting
Marks shaped into words
A poem
This broken mess may soon
Unjumble into fluent song
But yet I still hesitate as
I cannot express exactly
What is inside my mind
This closed up room, not
Giving any light in the dark
And still I write this senseless
Verse, as my pen makes it's mark
