I am seized,
by frenzied energy.
Something I can't
control. Too strong.
Inspiration strikes me.
As I grab,
my gilded pen.
My heart begins
to fiercely pound.
Pen leaking soul.
Scribbling furiously away,
my anger, rage,
hate, sorrow and
pain take form.
Essence eternally preserved.
I bare all,
to those like
me, sheep of
the wayward flock.
They welcome me.
As I spread,
my soul around,
this place of
shattered dreams. My
life is forever.
As long as
my poems exist,
so too shall
a part of
me. Forever. Always.
What did you think of my poem?
Comments
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glad you decided to write poetry
you have in these lines, portrayed the necessity of poetry...and a glimpse into your soul..
thanks for sharing -
This is wonderful ! "As I spread,
my soul around,
this place of
shattered dreams. My
life is forever." fav. line.
very rememberable, your poetry will always be read
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it's good very good
nice flow,
nice lines,
good use of words
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