Solitude Poem by Devin Smith

My World it’s my solitude and life
I can be myself and let go
I can come alive and show the real me
My poetry is my savior and a place of heartache,
Confusion, love, and hate at the same time
What it make you feel is not only something
That last a few seconds but can bring a lot of memories.
To share it is to be brave
To gain it is to be greedy
To concur it is to be idiocy
And to hide it is to be naïve
Poetry isn’t something that comes and goes
It is like a tattoo that you will never get rid of
Because it is embedded
But the most important thing of all
Is that poetry is a love that will never go away...