Introduction To Poetry

Stare at the page,

Write?

Okay.

The ink flows

From the weapons of my mind.

And the shield blocks before my very eyes.

Poetry.

My eyes show Apathy

While my mind yearns and cries.

Cries for more paper.

Yearns for more to write.

Because, Is this poetry that I write?

Because all I write is to release my mind from these

Open-Closed bars that hold me within

That Prison.

The Prison that opens my creativity,

And holds back my Reality.