Every word I write

Some meaning lies beneath

A form a poetry, it might

Represent, a form, at least.

Writing of love and loyalty,

betrayal and questions of sanity.

I pour my soul into words

I leave them for the world to see.

I fear to let those close know me.

So I scream into the void instead.

I drown my self in the ink of my mind.

And a poem forms from paragraphs of my life.

My life is a story

My words are the pen.

I open my heart

And I will never be sorry.

I write until the story ends.