My mind says write
My thoughts illustrate am I right?
A Poet must have a concept
But also adapt
Words can have a rhyme
It can also have possibilities
Adjectives into verbs
The right combination being like an herb
But the specific Poet’s story had an angle, and it went like this
Tension was pressures on my heart
My mind being like a violet storm
Echoes upon echoes of many voices
Yet my senses alert alarm after alarm
A rocky avalanche occurs
But one is right in the middle of the situation
One’s life could end in that split second
Reckons calls
Pray on the knees in fall
Oh Lord I am in a plight
Possible darkness with transcending light
My soul will go up to thee
I am asking spare my life
Suddenly the avalanche passes over
One praying soul survives
This was a Poet’s story encounter
But it makes one really wonder
The Poet was destined to write
But if one has Faith and truly believe
Writing with confident will help relieve
A Poet must have the idea to always perceive.