I wrote a Poem about Poetry 

Poetry said no.

Told me stop said I'm not ready to understand what poetry knows, I told it iv learned my Lesson! See my memory's were lost just like its soul, 


Nightmares sitting there talking to me, i told Poetry i understand why its thoughts are always speaking, words that are day dreaming screaming at me shouting So loud.


I took the pen away from the pad i made it feel sad. I made my Poem book crave for words that make it go mad.


Poetry laughed at me!! Than silently whispering, told me I was  shouting out words that are mumbling nothing, said every one has a story on a page that speaks, My story was on a broken page thats hard to fix. 

Im often not missed yet so miss understood, 


See poetry with out me is A lost page in a book that cant speak, trying to Miss treat every word it speaks. 

Letters coming alive wen i write see my pen smiles amazed at the poetry it writes.Every line craving a story to tell.

Poetry looked at me tried to shack my hand, begged me for the pen and the pad I had, told me im still not ready to understand wat poetry has.

But respected me for keeping poetry safe in my hand.

JidosReality 14.5.16