These thoughts of mine are long harbored unseen,
Shall never be mine to forever keep,
Opened by poems, shared for others to see,
When they are read, they slither and they creep,
Into the hearts of those who view these words,
These feelings of mine are universal,
Shar’d between all, from heroes to cowards.
And repeated often through rehearsal.
Echoed throughout time, understood by all.
Uncontained, as they dance throughout all hearts,
Finding lingering pieces to enthrall.
Only to pierce straight through, thrown like a dart.
This is how a poet can change your view,
Keeping this to heart, I bid you adieu.