Marroned All Alone

Marroned all alone My whole life my heart desired to be a poet as everyone knows, A poet grabs clever words out of thin air. She thinks miles away from ordinary she's marooned all alone except for pen and pad in hand. I'm at a restfull peace knowing I can share my knowledge to all that seek,That's when I'm at my highest peak. A poet never gets a restful sleep as the mind always travels through the different channels,, That's passion