Poetry For Poetry

You are the world which coping me The chamber of my sanity The big safety box of my true stories Place where I could lean and dwell beyond the life series I believed in God and His mercy was giving me some clue On my fragility prayers, He led me on you You are the best gift of my life which I cannot compare The true recovery was earned by the silent of my share Pieces by pieces  pilled up on your verses Unorganized as if it was collided and barely in worthless You keep your line as you want me to complete the puzzles You give the blank page while I give you some variant tussles You give me freedom on my bitter sweet You let me spill out all the wastes of those filth I owe you my half life, I owe you my sanity Thank you for keeping my color and be the wisdom as a poetry