Poetry Makin’

Poetry makin

Without it

My mind is forsaken

Don’t doubt it

No if’s, and’s or but’s

Without it I’m nuts

And suddenly

I’m out of a rut

It was meant to be!

For all to see!

The essence of being

Lies in to “be”

To be alive

To be breathing

Crickets crick

And birds are singing

That’s the trick

It’s the battles you pick!

The ones inside your head

So don’t be a prick

One day you’ll be dead

And when you look back

I hope it’s not said,

“I wish I did that instead…”

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