Poetry Is the Cure
When smoke consumes clear horizons,
manipulating corridors of the mind,
beckoning imminent afflictions
poetry is the remedy.
A poet's first eternal love,
forming an authentic bond.
A tonic of silent expressions
creating a potion of poetic confessions.
When the soul
reignites the muse,
stars become brighter,
the sun mightier and majestic,
the moon mysteriously tranquil
so we weave words of wisdom.
When emotive ink becomes the essence,
that flows deeper than rivers of blood,
piercing through ruptured veins
we express words the tongue cannot utter.
Poetry never broke my heart,
my poems are forever faithful.
When passages of life become obscure
unwind the mind, for poetry is the cure.
Simple Musing
The Silent One
26 January 2019
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