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

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