Poetry, by name, an expression through words

A beautiful symphony of cry for help or a hidden love bird.

Painted on sheets like an artist,

Sung out loud like the choir,

Poetry makes my mind fly even higher.

Cloud Nine, that is, that pulls me into bliss

Who would ever thought poetry made me feel like this?

Poetry spills my emotions onto the floor,

I cry just like other humans but it’s buried deep inside.

The words claw at my chest to the point where I cannot hide.

Poetry, why must you sing my past into a mournful harmony?

I can’t stop thinking long enough and it is bringing harm to me,

I understand your existence just as I try to do my own

But the memories you bring back to me chill my body down to my bones.

Poetry makes my heart explode in tears

Oh I wish he could see me in the state I’m in right now.

He would probably laugh his admirable chuckle or look at me with such cold eyes,

I won’t be able to make it, not without a flood of tears falling from my eyes.

But how do I express to him otherwise without being in fear?

The words I write out in plain sight are not enough to say heartening pain.

Oh Poetry, please help me say so, I can’t say much when I hold my breath when he’s near.

Poetry expresses the word of doubt,

Just as I am now.

I’m afraid that I won’t be able to get these feelings out

Without you, Poetry, I’m lost in this fog and can’t get out.

Poetry, please, ring out my beautiful song so I may find you once again.

I want to stand by you and sing with you

So that I may once again ring out my music with the right cords deep within.

Maybe he will hear me and hold out his hand.

I can’t thank you enough, Poetry

You’re forever with me, friend.