A simple question
Some of you Write of dark despair
Suicide and self harming
Others write of never ending love
The beauty of long passionate nights
And sunshine warmed days
But is that really honest poetry
Simply, yes because its what you believe
And so therefore I must be honest
Many of us write of times long past
Of sadness, death and loss
Of honest times in poetic verse
Me? Well I will always be me
I write of sadness
Also of creativity
The Tranquility of natures charm
But then that's just me
My way
But to all who write from a chosen path
Just occasionally take a divergent route
Then write honestly from your heart
Write the words we love to read

Joe