This is my poem
There are many like it, but this one is mine
Into the madness inside my mind, a visage
In my splintering reality, something to hold on tight

This is my poem
There are many like it, yet this one is mine
Many poets there are
Who have talent in *****
Who craft masterpiece regularly
As I watch in their shade

I still hold on to my poem
There are many like it, but this one is mine
From the pain of sight. A relief
From existing's anguish. A vent
The reason for my heart to beat
And for my blood to flood my veins

This is my poem
My poem, only mine
You can't buy, or take it
You can't understand what it's like
For there to be a million of poems
And for this sad collection of words
To be mine
All... Mine...