Poetry
to Me
Poetry to me is a
loving release,
But get me on the wrong
day and I’ll be your defeat.
My own personal place
where I make time stand still,
Mild summers, snowy
fall, bounce less springs and endless winters that chill.
That’s all it is, just
my imagination,
The real can be so much
more painful depending on the situation.
Me at my desk, a pencil
in hand,
Eases the pain that no
one, not even you, can begin to understand.
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