invisible poetry runs through my mind sweeping out the cobwebs with long sticky fingers as it takes ahold of my brain and roots my hand here to you like an unwritten verse the words pound through my head and like an unwritten verse they are soon forgotten rain falls and I cannot describe it the sun shines and I can not tell of it's glory life lives and the invisible poetry claims me dead, without expression and you look at the poet you never see forgotten verses, the lack of words or all the pain but I do NOT write for you I write for invisible poetry myself, the world, my love, my hate, invisible poetry rules my life and then the verse ends.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem in the rain
I felt unable to communicate this beauty
the original is the exact piece except barely legible
do to that rain
Birth sign: Virgo
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