Poetry

It conjures bliss that soothes the mind and eases the heart. The fabric of time rips and reality falls apart. what is speaks is called truth a genre of life bestowed upon the youth,obsessed with this reality that has been forgotten,its rotten it grips the wound like cotton. So it joins fiction a slight addiction to the diction it gives an electrical shock to imagination so that it may live. What is poetry? a way of life or a habit? a poisonous substance that creates a hole in us like acid? havoc it sometimes reeks and still we seek it creeps in the conscious of all minds and  but we hide it behind the pain to oblivious to heed the gift that is conferred and harness the power of the spoken word.

-first poem