I WRITE A POEM AND THEN ANOTHER POEM AND THEN ANOTHER
I wrote a poem and then another poem and then another
Poem after poem after poem
Until the poems piled so high
They began to weigh me down.
So I stopped writing poems
And it was easier for a time-
But then the no poems
Began to make me feel empty inside
And so I tried to write another poem
And another poem
Will I be simply crushed by the weight of it all?
Or will the emptiness inside
Become so great
I will die of my own lonely nothingness?
Poems are emotions that have to find release. Like volcanoes, we erupt and find calm satisfaction for a while. But eventually, the pressure builds up....... and here comes another poem. Thank God for this safety valve.
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Poems are emotions that have to find release. Like volcanoes, we erupt and then find calm satisfaction for a while. But eventually, the pressure builds up.... and here comes another poem. Thank God for this safety valve!