Upon the ink from my pen
poetry scratches across this page
with vengeance and vitality.

That like a river overflowing
from its banks, passion floods
from the depths of me.

These pages are evidence of
my poetic crimes, such passion
is like a cut that's deeper than
skin and bone.

Poetry, it's a muse of great
blunder and tragedy.

My lips are locked but my mind is
not. Inspiration grows upon my
silence. Shouts loudly when freed
by writing.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton