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When I write poetry my passion runs free
writing extinguishes the burning desire, and quenches my thirst to be
every aspect of all that is me.
I can write out the pain of all the hurtful things that has haunted me from years of refrain.
Pain that has smothered me, and held me down like a great Dane.
When I write, I can live out every fantasy I long to live,
and every emotion that I can feel.
Writing breaks the chains of confinement that keeps me in bondage, to all the episodes of dismal events
that is expunged line by line and leaves a beautiful poetic scent.
Writing poetry can calm the raging sea inside my mind, when no one understands or takes the time
To see the tidal wave of emotion so intense
that only in poetry does it make sense
that’s how sweet poetry comes to my defense.
So my poems will keep coming like an open fence
