• cromwell 5w

    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.