In every verse there is a delight

In every line perhaps a fear

If you ask why it is I write

I write because I’m here

Clouded thoughts and a broken heart

In this world are nothing new

But I’d be lost in this world if I didn’t start

To share these things with you

Wrapped in words are my passions

So that you can see them clear

Clothed in verse my thoughts be fashions

Long after death draws near

How could you feel if I couldn’t rhyme

Every pain I’d felt

How could I smile through impassive time

If no memories to time I’d dealt

In my lyrics you see your own mind

Your passions in my perfect words be

And I am not immune for in like kind

My poem helps me learn of me