Words
Are the things I write
Combined with an image
It becomes poetry
Can't you see
It's not the words
It's not the rhythm
It's not the rhyme
It's the time
The feeling
Revealing
All you've written
In my opinion
As merely words on a page
Though I'm not a poetic sage
I am a poet filled with rage
Not a fighter for the armies of the world
A soldier
In this war of words