Is there poetry
In repetition
Life as a prediction
In the safety of precision
Indecision?

Is there poetry
In every fight
As long as we write
Let our words take flight?

Is there poetry
In all
Every word
Misspelled and all
Is there beauty to enthrall
In every poem we put
On this wall?

Is there poetry in this
Or will it need something
Maybe a kiss
Will it have to promote bliss
Or happiness, love
For you to think
That there is poetry
In this?