Poetry is my therapist (poem).

Poetry is my therapist,
indulges me in carthasis.
I feel febrile when I get a muse,
thoughts go wild, emotions loose.

Source

I was born a writer.
I think louder on paper,
it's my flair.

Diction flows through my veins,
making me poetic
and my art didactic.

My pen bleeds,
as I colloquy with clauses.
Retaining an artistic demeanour,
which is not clandestine.

I'm satiristic to my world,
an Inquisitor of their deeds,
my messages are not mendacious,
but expressions lugubrious.

I make fun with pun,
Tasting different flavours
in figure of speech.

My life is a gift from God,
and me, a gift to his world.

I'm not perfect🥺
But I'm a POET✍️
One going for perfection 💛