The things you could never say
arranged in flowing verse and rhyme,
interpretation is up to the reader,
but your feelings out, prevent crime.

Release the demons
on to the page,
ink their blood
on center stage.

Give them life
inside of verse,
bottled up inside,
they are far worse.

Cathartic feelings,
with stroke of pen,
The poem's lines,
contain all of them.

Blackbirds fly
from the pie,
just like thoughts
flee the mind.

Sometimes they stray
like Bo Peep's sheep,
lost along the way.

Residing inside
the life you give,
glass houses shatter
if hard words thrown,
love is work to maintain,
I am a carpenter of words.