I Write Poems and I Do Not Know Why
I write poems, I don't know why.
I find words lost in the tears and screams of the night.
Dark painful sorrows under shadowed light.
I write poems, I don’t know why.
I imagine looking deep into the abyss of a scarred soul.
See pain eating someone’s heart as they let go.
Find a way to cut in and examine their deep.
Chase their screams in their heads until they speak.
I write poems, I don’t compromise.
Some will make you laugh, some will bawl your eyes.
I write words that bang in my head.
Some about living a life, some about being dead.
I write poems and I don’t know why.
Words appear and I just have to write.
Some talk to me in my mind, some come and go out of sight.
But a minute or thirty seconds later the words are there.
Perhaps they just help me find peace in this world of despair.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2022
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