The Poet In Me

at a glance one can vaguely see the true art of creativity through sullen wall of complexity I have fondly come to agree poetry is an art form within me I can't get away from it you see pen, book & paper in solemn moments of solace we tend to sweep things under the rug yet I have fallen in love with words that capture the imagination in some free verse style to know all the great while Everyday there's a habitual display flowing through my veins just not having a pen in hand is driving me insane I see through portals with high lifted mast Columns of resolution in compact Words can express the deep hidden aura of my imagination I may need a break on some long awaited vacation just can't seem to get away from it's powerful display it acts as therapy when dealing with my mental illness we have traveled to far not to turn back now there's no looking back when your hand's on the plow It's a real volcanic compulsion inside sullen brevity