I need words,
I need ink on paper.
I need worlds to be born between pages.
Not to be torn.
I need the scared feel of creativity,
When my fountain pen hits parchment,
I want to feel the change,
The gravity within that range.
My words should be deep,
Considered important,
Marked with a little inscription,
Something relatable for the reader to keep.
You asked what poetry is,
This is my description.
