Ink Current

Poetry gave me the outlet to let my heart out,

leadin' to a spark from my mind that could transcend time.

Jottin' ideas down on paper gave me somethin' to savor

in a world with no taste, but full of hate

which muffled its creativity, so all I heard was silence

'til I started slammin' and rhymin'-beautiful things- I can write 'em.

This current still runs in waves in all that I see.

Inspiration from a beach comin' to meet me.

And from me to he; and from he to she; And from she to we,

poetry opens up all the possibilities of just what could be.

All from the spark of a current; it's electricity.