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
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