Poetry makes me feel myself,
when the world around me forces itself,
to be a baton whose fire I burrow,
from the trenches of the world's sorrow,
Poetry alone sets me free,
talk my heart wholly to thee,
A dove in my heart, ready to spread,
the sought warmth, when malice instead,
I shall continually reach to you,
I, Just a mere null, without you...
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Poetry makes me feel myself. Wonderful poem really it is.