Poetry Is

Poetry A whisper to a scribble The pen scratches against the blank page an odd and rhythmical pattern Imprinted into one's soul Leaving an odd sense of peace or turmoil Lingering with a yearn A yearn for something unattainable Something supernatural Words standing tall Reaching and stretching- searching Desperately trying to Obtain the unobtainable Failing time and time again Only leaving an echo of the words spoken Or the emptiness of the ones left unspoken Forever lost in the silence Empty space Which can only be filled by the next Vulnerable moment to be bled out onto an innocent page