Full Of It
I am full of poetry
all of the time
even when it's ugly, makes no sense and crazes my mind
I am full of poetry
and I see the signs
even when the words are jumbled, racing and clouding my mind
I am full of poetry
all of the time
especially when this ready pen of mine can't keep up or it declines
I am full of poetry
it's my soothing balm
at times hard to share with all this madness going on
This poem is about:
Me