Discovering Poetry

I recall being in grade school sitting at my desk while my teacher read these words to me, they were cool flowing and piecing together so well, certainly not a mess The words said otherwise it was the story of a tortured soul that was when I learned that something so precise could come from a man who did nothing but stole It became clear that people write not only to inspire, wish well and offer another sight but also to express and let loose all the things that were hiding under their boo-boo's. I write not to show off nor inform I write because it makes more sense when things are put down in this expression of the norm, everything seems to just be life and less of a mess.