Poetry Is My Therapy 2 Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Prose, rose, pose!
Of that which was to be;
The nose much needed! !
And like the muse of the eyes.

Goose,
Hose,
Loose,
Lose!
Poetry is my therapy.

Dose, close, purpose, propose! !
With a rose in the hand;
Notice!
Whose coat is this? !
A tone from your phone!
The ringing tone;
Which reminded me of your past.

You chose your way! !
Given the time to choose;
The mouth to eat with!
The same place with your words;
Only to go with the last train!
Because of the rain.

Mast, cast!
Pan in the van;
With can drinks for your visitors!
Those seen with you today;
However,
Poetry is my therapy.

Band, land, sand, brand!
The train;
Like the chain of life with its pain! ! !
Cain and Able,
Knowing what went on.

Mask, ask!
Thinking about life,
Thinking about love,
In search of peace! ! !
Only to stand upright with the truth;
In search of a place called home.

My mind,
My style,
My status;
Poetry is my therapy! ! ! ! !
All along with my works and acts;
Able to uplift my mind with the truth.