Poetry
Poetry.
Is the food that feeds me with
words
carved from the well of my
creativity.
Poetry.
Is the art I explore.
Within its walls I seek beauty,
I seek clarity to that which
dwells in my mind.
Poetry.
Is the voice in which I whisper
delicacies.
In which I scream at the top
of my lungs
all the frustrations which has
befallen me.
Poetry.
Is an art form.
Poetry.
Is within me and around me
wherever I go.
In every tree,
every cloud,
every whisper,
and every tear.
Within all that is living
and that which is dead.
That is where true poetry will
be.
Poetry.
Is within and a part of me.
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