Writing poetry in the dark
Allows for your words
To be painted across the
Blank canvas of your mind
As they trickle down the page
Only you can see
The path they are going to take
As they are so intricately picked
Behind each line
A story of it’s own
Folding together
To make up one great journey
When it ends, you step back
A smile upon your face
As you look at the piece of you
You just created.
~HonestLynne