A Comforting Hand
Poetry is inclusive like an outstretched hand
Its words pull you near and into Its foreign land
Escape, escape, escape again...
You dont need to fear, to tremble or roam without a cause
Poetry has order and carries you through ignoring your flaws
Escape, escape, escape again...
Cast away the old you
Let Poetry pull you through
Captivating minds
Changing hearts
Words of poetry, oh the art of all arts
Escape, escape, escape again...
This poem is about:
Me