Left to Write

I love

to feel good

Mentally, physically, endlessly.

Liberate me

From the walls that block, hinder,

Sly as a cat that limbers,

From infallible expression

My confession

As deep as the sky blue

Cheated, spotted, and never true

A verse plagiarized

And this is where my promise lies

A place where reading between the lines

Lies

in lies.

Time incarceration flies

A pillow fluffing its feathers

Wondering weather and whether

It will be a sunny day.

To understand is to confuse but deliver gray

A giving penguin is deliberate

A message for you, I delivered it

Intoxication, so deliver me.

Cost, free

Why

I love

To Write