Lightning strikes
in the far corners
of my artistic mind,
while poetic thoughts
rumble around the unconscious
like thunder in the night,
A streak of creativity
and love for poetry
flows through my narrow veins,
traveling down to my heart,
and leaving scars of poetic graffiti
on my broken soul,
Passion flows unabated
spilling out of my psyche,
from pen to paper
I write, write, write
with the shaken hand
the calms my bruised and broken soul
This extensive language
and poetic journey
has no boundaries,
as I follow the winding path
my imaginative mind
leads me down,
words gracefully flow through me,
like the Nile through Egypt,
A mysterious passion
and my love
for the art of language
defies the bounds of logic,
My creativity flows
as I calm and relax
effortlessly spilling
from pen to paper,
a rare and unique gift,
a snap shot of my soul
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There is so much to love about this great poem. You have perfectly depicted why a writer takes the time to write. So many wonderfully descriptive lines you've created. Have added to my list of favorites!