Why poetry all the time? My readers asked, and I answered..
“In a world with looming dangers
Victimization reeling seamlessly
I conjure up my thoughts, full of trivials
Compiled internally, I release them flawlessly
Occurred to me, my thoughts are raw
Filled with pain, hurt, it enthralls
With shrewdness I sought
My refurbished words, diluted with a bit false
It’s known to me, all along
Humankind can’t handle my thoughts
Instead of the raw, I make it less oblong
With poetry, I fought
Seething out my thoughts, in a way that makes me seem inversed
Poetry encrypts my cry for help
The common people will say “Oh, great poem”
Because that’s what they felt
But the nuanced ones, with the right helm
Will realise, this little boy reeks of fear, he demands care.”
Thanks for reading,
Gracias,
Ayoze.
