PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

Poetry is a drug,

Necessary for the discernment of my soul,

A daily dose of calming words,

I have become dependent on mental dialogues.

Each verse is a relief, an escape,

From the weight of the world, from raw truths,

In the rhymes I find meaning,

That reality sometimes denies me.

I am addicted to the flow of ideas,

To the rhythm that poetry brings me,

It is the medicine I do not seek,

But without it, it unravels me.

With each line written,

I find a bit of peace,

And in the mental dialogues I engage,

Poetry is the voice that never falls silent.

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