Theres a point to poetry.
Theres a point to the words people say that create images in our heads and fule our intentions.
And there are people meant for it.
They were chosen,
born with words in their head that are suppossed to come out.
We grew up thinking that the super heros wore capes and flew,
defeating the bad guys with speed and strength.
But the real heros, as history as shown, use their words,
because the real power comes from within them.
And poets have found that out.
And I am not one of those people.
I cant manipulate the word stuck inside my head,
sending me spiraling down a dark abyss.
I can barely speak
I am not meant for this.