Poetry I Write

poetry in the morning poetry at night poetry all poetry all day I write in the still of the night by my bed side at my coffee table yes I still write nothing matters more the door bell ring the cat next store all I need is my pen in my hand any hardships I can withstand with my next title my next poem in my hand the day flows the night grows I feel the moon near me soon to be another poem written by me maybe in May maybe in June When I write It takes me away gone another day into this world of thoughts and fantasy lost creating more poetry as the day begone just created another one just writing poetry makes me feel as one Copyright@February2010