Poetry is a breath of fresh air on a good note but can turn and twist the stomach in knots of chaos.
It can swirl the mind in deep reflection or spin the mentality so that despair is a sword to the heart.
To sob and stir.
To ponder and wonder.
With heartache and loss.
With joy and pain.
Seize the present to adhere to the desire that overtakes one.
The silent recluse overturning white sheets with his pen.
To forever more, bring written food for the golden soul.
