Poet Free

There is strange feeling

That comes over me,

When I write poetry.

 

Sometimes a gladness,

Sometime a pain;

 

From paper and pen,

I cannot restrain.

 

Poetry is more

Powerful than me,

Because it is just

What it has to be.

 

There are times,

When I stand

In my own way;

But, when I write, I express

The things that

I must say

 

I pray for the day

When I can be

Just as free

as poetry!

 

 

 

 

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