Joyous Poetry

What joy I feel when I write my poetry

My measly fantasies

My escape from reality

Or the unbinding and unwrapping of the truth

The heroes forgone

Of paper and pen

Melodies unsung and forgotten

Where my ecstasy is revealed

And I cry till tears run dry

Because I can dance to the rhythm that only I can feel

Therefore, I can speak loudly

Despite the fact

With influences circulating

My mouth remains shut

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