Poetry dump

Take the wheel

Poetry's not the nights I sleep
barely ever the days I dream.
So hard to make art in a peace so deep,
yet I don't miss my night terrors.
Don't miss the screams.

My life is so kind,
mind better than seems.
The horrors I rhymed
have left these streets.

When every detail's as good as it feels,
there can't be a doubt.
In front of the universe, watch how it kneels...
Accept the apology.
Take the wheel.