What does poetry mean to you ?

I was bleeding in emotions and passions

They erupted, In erotic hallucinations 

I would crib, and crumble, turn pale and feeble 

I shuffled in grey assorted sentiments 

In anguish and sunlight 

In my heart and in my mind

Then I decided to ink my vulnerabilities 

I conjured up my fleeting thoughts 

And wrote the lyrical chords 

On the incandescent parchments.

It acted as tourniquet 

I’m relieved now.

Poetry is my tourniquet!

I bind everything in verses 

In free flow or a style 

It may or may not convey anything to you 

But it’s my savior .

It’s my commitment to stay sane

It’s my ruminating murmurings 

Bind by words 

Gibberish or otherwise.

I write and it’s my outlet, my outlook 

My inside, my hideout!

My cove, my palpitations 

My musings, my contemplation!

Published by Daisy

I write whenever ideas crunch and overwhelme me! It's my reaction outpour.

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