My Love For Poetry

Dear poetry, Don’t be mad if my words sound crappy, And look like mere crayon sketches on an A4 paper But I’ll try to express myself the best way I can. Poetry, you are my sun that I wake up to, you shine your light into my creative eyes and make me squint for more, drawing tears into each soulful word, And when I go to bed, I look for you over the windows of hurt and distress, and find solace in your moon light. Don’t go away not today or ever. You were made in the heavens from the beginning, the very first words of God were laced in your pure brilliance, ‘Let there be light, Let the darkness be separated from the light’ commandeth He, and therefore I speak, Separate me from the darkness of my pain and this disease of hate, eating my peace at tis merry hour. Oh! poetry, It’s crazy you know, how I grew so fond of you. It started with a couple of silly words I could barely understand then it grew to imagery that the world could reflect, And I saw you in me each day and night, breathing as one. I love you poetry You’ve always seen the craziness of my heart And tasted the zest of my spirit In all, you never judged, but you read me in multiple ways. Yours truly, Your poet .