Poetry: My Poets Mind |
Monday, 22 March 2021 00:00 |
My Poets Mind I am lost in the shadows of my words Not knowing What to think, nor What to write To some it comes easy To some after much thinking What matters is the end Which is a poem Being a poet is so many things We've to swim in and out of emotions Playing drums and guitars dancing to no tunes Except the sounds in our heads Such a world A world of our own I, alone, leaves in Now I understand why poets are called mad people (C) Sharon Dione March 22nd |