I said don't read
This may not concern you
You may even think it dumb
Those days come and go
Don't you feel them too?
What more can I say except
O.K. STay
My boggled- jumbled mind
Spinning uncontrollably in my head once more
Can not find the words to slide into 1st-today...
Many agree with the feelings expressed in Poetry
As if it speaks from there own recesses of their minds
Others know it speaks loud to them
Disown it anyway-
Different strokes for different folks...
As they say
Still stands true for the love of Poetry...
To this day
Poetry is called venting to many...
Who knows why
Sometimes it's therapy-
They don't understand it's a spiritual connection of some sorts-
Not clearly understood but listened to closely and written anyway...
To make one think is it's only deployment
To share a care or concern
It's important in our waking lives
As a resolution to it all
Surfaces in plenty of time.