Poetry

It roams free Calm Beautiful Tragic It is no different then myself The ideas that flow The words all different But the same That is me I am a poem I am a different view Full of hidden meaning Stealthy by being obvious Hidden behind words Painting a picture by saying nothing at all Yet, saying everything at once A screaming whisper that roars in unsuspecting ears A different story with each stroke Full of everything needed to survive But keeping it locked away Only for those select few Kind and gentle Cruel and forceful Hopeful and hurt I am a poem A poem is me