The words materialize on the page
By focus of dedicated will.
With hints of calm and also rage
These fearless verses spill.
Into the paper he pours his soul
Outlined in black ink, it sinks.
The pigments pursue his mind`s only goal:
Defining what he thinks;
About this life, through lines of his poetry.
He continues to compose
Structured rhyme, but also verses freely.
The words are not quite prose;
The structures are mixed, in-between.
Like each conscious sleepy moment,
And the alert realities of dream;
They pour out endlessly, without relent.
Expression for expressions sake,
Was the primary objective
Of all the he stanzas he`d make;
Just ideas from his perspective.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
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