Poetic Empathy

Poetic Empathy

12/16/10

When I write my poetry

I write what comes to mind,

I don’t know what the words may be

I never know what I’ll find.

The words flow oh so gently

To the paper from my pen,

But I don’t choose when inspirations strikes

The place, the emotion or when.

Words of all varieties

Flow intensely from my grip,

I just put the pen to paper

And it appears from the tip.

At that very moment

I may not feel what I write,

But at that moment someone is feeling

The emotions that I fight.

The emotions that I struggle with

The dark ones that won’t leave,

I don’t know what to do with them

What’s the best type of relief?

So instead I write it all down

To clear it from my own head,

If not, I stay up all night,

And think about it instead.