Thoughts #2 Poem by Joe11 Hall

The words I cannot speak,
I write out.

I write the things,
That I feel,
Think,
And even believe.

See me,
For who I am.
A poet,
A mutt,
And a man.

I may not be perfect,
But ask me, and I shall speak.

I hide so much,
In what I write.
It's funny,
They do not see.

Define my writing,
Then come talk to me.

If it is great,
What lets you relate?
If it is amazing,
What about it,
Makes your ears ring?

Just tell me.
It's all I ask.

Your poet,
The caring man.

~Joe Hall