I'm The Poetry

Now I'm living in the poetry

Alive with the dead art

Burning bodies of words around,

Making me feel so apart.

I crave for breath

And my heart pours to cry

Swelling love inside my veins,

And my feelings turn dry.

The universe has the power

Hope, miracle, and some cure

I'm diving back into the dark,

It certainly helps me, for sure.

I heal against the world,

I heal with the poetry within me.