A Poets 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.