Messy papers surround me,
Each smudged with ink,
Leaving you to wonder
Why this is the case.They occupy my entire room
With barely enough space
To walk without slipping,
For I write more than I throw out.What I write is poetry,
An interest that developed
A few years ago,
Giving rise to a passion ever since.For conveying thoughts,
Standard is speaking,
A tradition if you will,
But I don't work that way.If I speak,
I'm unable to say everything I need,
But if I write,
I'm able to say everything I need.Poetry is my best medium,
Far better than speaking
And even other forms of writing
Because I express myself best.Messy papers surround me,
Each smudged with ink,
Now you know
Why this is the case.
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Poetry[POETRY] Follow this journey with poetry. Circa 2016-2020