Poetry And Me

I use poetry. Sometimes. To help unthink. Outwardly there is- A tapping finger. Hurts, but not really. Goes away for a bit when I write. My mind doesn’t go right, sometimes. Just strange, lingering… Thinking. Lifting. Lingering. I use poetry. Goes away for a bit. Poetry. A vessel for eternity. I use poetry. Like the stars use outer space. The poetry expands. Like space, Empty. I use poetry. Sometimes.