Just a Poet
Stop for a moment and listen.
Not to the words that trip out of my mouth,
but to the screams of my heart
as it bleeds through this pen.
Listen to the echoes of my soul
that bounce on the inked pages,
Just listen to the emotions that radiate from my being.
I am a poet,
My words hold no meaning on the surface
but carry an ocean of emotion
enough to emphasize a notion.
Look past the flowery words
and peep at what I am inside.
Dark yet so full of hope,
shackled yet brimming with vitality.
I cling on to that spark with all I have.
After all, I'm just a poet.