A Poetic Mind

A Poetic Mind

An emotional outlet,
a chance to be free.
My way of conveying,
what’s happening in me.

My thoughts trickle out,
of the ink in my pen.
I keep writing so madly,
as if there’s no end.

A poetic expression,
a story to tell.
Sometimes it’s like heaven,
sometimes it’s like hell.

Don’t sit and judge me,
for my words have no voice.
It’s a born infliction,
not of my choice.

I may not hold conversations,
or have pictures to see,
Just read what's in print,
if you want to know me.