WHAT POETRY MEANS TO ME

 

 

When I cry, when I fear
When I feel the walls
closing near
When I dream
When I sigh
When I despair
When I die... inside

 To words must I then turn
To seek solace
To pour out my anguish
To ease my pain
To put my spirit in order...
again

 And what do I care
if the world knows my fears
and if people feel
the sadness of my tears
I am me, I cannot deny
That I'm poet, poet
outside, inside
And within me poetry resides
And always will, till I die

~Helena Fernz~

 

 

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