My Poetry
By: KB ©11.6.15
The angst
The urgency
The words
The rhythm
The flow
Add one thought of you
And that’s how my poetry grows
The angst
The urgency
The words
The rhythm
The flow
Once the pattern, the beats, the words are established
The poetry doesn’t run slow
Staccato word patterns rapidly ricochet
And the words of my heart spill out
And then my mind plays
The angst
The urgency
The words
The rhythm
The flow
Add one thought of you
And that’s how my poetry grows
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