A Poet’s Poem

All I need

I need my melancholy To weave a symphony With my words

I need some sorrows Begged, stolen, or borrowed To create like There’s no tomorrow

I need the ability to feel the most Bliss, dejection, or hope And put them in display For the world

I am a poet Thinking less is a luxury I do not wish to savour Feeling less is out of my league My art, it will devour

So all I want is to Think more Feel more Know more Till my nonchalance is No more

Thank you for reading. If you like this, here are a few more poems written by me ❤