My Definition of Poetry
It’s a way of coping,
Getting lost in a world of words.
A reason to keep hoping,
And eventually ease the hurts.
It’s an illusion,
You can make your own.
You can’t be the exclusion,
Because this is your throne.
It’s a way out,
From all the pain.
You can choose your own route,
Because it’s your time to reign.
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