A Poem

Ive always wondered why I write a poem
to express my self when Im alone.

The words at times are so easy to find
I have no one else in which to confide.

My best friends are the pen and paper
all the secrets with them are much safer.

Then the one Id spill my heart out too
since that person a poem is addressed too.

Ive always wondered why I write a poem
to express my self when I am alone.

I guess its because it is non-judgemental
no matter what I write its support is gental.

Ever conscious of my fragil need
one indignant crackle and my wounds bleed.

Red splattering across the lined paper
but it wont because words are more safer.

Feelings of the heart open for all to see
a burdened lifted, emotions set free.

I know why I write a poem
but if you dont look then youll never know.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 256 AF.