Poetry Poem by Noah Body
Poetry
Poetry, it washes clean
The heart of me
How it does that
I'll never see
When I am down
And so damn blue
It washes my soul
And my heart too
It weakens the night
And strengthens the light
Always does it
Restore my sight
When life is darkest
And I'm lost to the night
It restores my will
To keep up the fight
Thank God for poetry
Without it where would I be
I fear that I'd just
Lose every bit of me
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