A Poet's Mind

An emotional outlet A chance to be free My way of conveying What’s happening in me My thoughts trickle out Of the ink in my pen I keep writing so madly As if there’s no end A poetic expression A story to tell Sometimes it’s like heaven Sometimes it’s like hell Don’t sit and judge me For my words have no voice It’s a born infliction Not of my choice I may not hold conversations Or have pictures to see Just read what's in print If you want to know me