poeTRY (Volume 2)

'Trying to Write' (NotInOurStars)

'Trying to Write'

Trying to write poetry is a waste of time;

One must wait until it comes naturally.

You see, for me, it's so uncomplicated.

At about three o'clock in the morning,

I lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling-

There's nothing upon it, just white paint,

But my mind begins to conjure something.

That something is a warm and fuzzy feeling:

A golden sensation within my chest.

Whilst not visible, it has a sound, a scent,

A taste, and leaves my skin tingling.

At that moment, a poem is born, like a star

From a nebula, when everything suddenly

Collides. Hearing the rhythm echo-

Yes, it echoes inside of me so vigorously-

I'm no longer hollow, thanks to the sound,

And my creation comes with a structure.

Each one is unique, each one is cherished,

And I love them all, for words

Have brought a new meaning to my life.

When you try to write poetry, you state

Things that you already know.

Yet, when the poetry composes you,

New discoveries are unearthed so easily.