i paint my picture with my words
a canvass on a blank sheet
my medium is my pen
my inspiration is bliss
i draw from within
with words i cry out
letters put together
and my picture grows
clearer and clearer
an image of what i feel
a literature version of my thoughts
deep down to my heart
nonsense yes i know
i write them as they go
this page is non-stop
nothing is covered nothing concealed
every word that comes out, i bare it
it paints a picture from out of my head
the last touches i apply
a polish to this piece
may seem nothing to most
but to me it brings relief
to write brings me relief
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