Theme: Poetry


Poetry is my crutch,
Perhaps, on it
I rely far too much.

I'd be totally lost,
Without my words.
I'd have to pay a cost.

When I feel down and out
And my head reels,
For pen and pad I scout.

I scribble my thoughts fast
On blank paper,
In case they do not last.

Sometimes a verse is born,
Sometimes not, then
My muse looks on with scorn.

But, poetry my crutch
Shall so remain,
I need it far too much.


More By  :  Sandra Martyres

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thanks so much Shiku

01-Mar-2012 12:47 PM

Comment You spoke for many! Nice piece.

01-Mar-2012 11:29 AM

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