A Prisoner Unbound

You say you’d like a poem To explain just why I write So I thought hey! I’ll show ‘em There’s no recipe? Right? I’ll guess as to criteria Flow: naturally Relatable: I feel ya! …Originality But we all know it’s opinion Poetry’s an art To each his intuition So why judge from the start? Mulberries fly high Ladders crumble Let hot blackness die As tiny tissues tumble Don’t you see? I write to make sense Out of what can’t be When life is worth two cents My thoughts dispersed Reality detected Confusion rehearsed Brokenness reflected I write to satisfy The pain and anger The madness Endless hunger Hoping to feel Hoping to smile When words heal My thoughts finally filed And so, I am a colorful breeze A visible sound A battle seized A prisoner unbound