Why is it that I can sit and write these words?
They seem to just come into my mind,
And I need to put them on paper.
Some maybe good,
Some are bad ,
But the urge to get them written
Is a force that I cannot fight.
They can be funny.
They can be sad.
They can be angry.
All emotions are shown,
The strongest one is of course love.
The emotive ones are best;
To put emotion onto the page
Comes to me with absolute ease.
Writing poetry is a release
Into a different world,
Where some troubles are forgotten,
And others are written here.