sometimes the poetry is crying inside me

sometimes I open my mouth and the poetry
comes out
like a sentence, and nobody knows
not even me
that it has gone
and there is an empty place of grief
where this beautiful thing has been
and I hope that it finds a new home
in someone else
and they can know a beautiful thing
inside them crying

 

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4 Responses to sometimes the poetry is crying inside me

  1. Then it screams late at night as I wake, I call it inspiration. An uninvited friend that plays with my imagination

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  2. Beautiful poem 🙂

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