I Wrote This Poem With a Life Buoy

Sharing a thought Is not best spoken in a passionate language It is not best written on an aesthetic scroll It is best conveyed in poetry As my ink spills I can’t float I find myself almost submerged in my verbose outrage I hang on to my pen like it an oar Emotions want me to word a story But I have to stay afloat The gravity is strong under this emotional voyage And I have to conserve some wordage for another show To protect me from drowning, I wrote this poem with a life buoy