Poetry is like Poison

June 21, 2015

Well, I’ve done it again
I’ve read all your lines
And now I’ve got to
Clear out this clouded mind

There’s really no rhyme or reason
There’s no rules or chains
These words are just flowing
Like my breathing
But from my brain

How do words grab your heart
and stir up your spirit?
They cut so deep
And tear you apart

You can’t make it stop
You can’t keep them out
The syllables and consonants
Are vocal and loud

Poetry is like poison
But also the best remedy
When thinking gets too deep
And emotions just won’t let you be