Where are my original poems?
Who has found them, if they're found?
My catharsis - release to unwind,
Frees my conscious mind; unburdened
To recreate anew; again reiterate
The self-same thought patterns
Revolving and breaking upon the shore
Of a seemingly unmoving, barren coast;
Morphing into separate streams
Eager to penetrate and make an impression.


Bonus After-thoughts -->

Is Art, Art
Without an Audience?

I say, "Yes" -->
The creator/author is all that matters.
Should others be pleased or not is beside the point.
Nice, but unnecessary.