What I love most about writing poetry is that it's purely what's from inside. It allows you to paint a picture with words. You can bend and sometimes break rules to paint your picture. |
Brain wrapped in chains
And tears rain...
The willow slumps
And cries for her...
Deadly be the day.
The icy air blows...
Sunlight rises but fails to shine
Through my drawn curtains...
Through the seas and through the storms,
Through the breeze as it transforms...
You dragged me from the dark
And opened my eyes to see...
Among the dark, through the mist
Lay the laughing bones...
Beautiful at first glance,
But to enhance your glance and listen...