Why do you borrow
someone else's lines
when you have some all
of your own, bottled up
inside your little head?

Everyone has the ability
to write and think and
speak their mind: even if
it's something of a topic
that's too risqué to tread.

Pain, ***, hurt, loss,
depressed...poetry screams
"Bring me your weary and I
will revive--reenergize--renew"
even if you'd rather be dead.