The Poets Zone
He words up his feeling, out of a flooded heart
A pallid day spearing heartfelt courtesy
Spinning wheel of emotions ceases at love
A vindictive way to write off how he feels
His arsenel of askew line brings dead alive
In silence and soberiety, spark of being lone
Through countless reckoning, the words he must write
On and on yet subliminal.
That is his zone
The deeper he falls more deeper he goes
He lands on bottomless depth into depth of another world
Through words he parades, love he spreads and explores the unexplored
Until he finally find himself fading inside of the locked door.