The depth of excellence in poetry
Comes not from butterflies dancing in hayfields
But from raw emotion.
From poverty stricken families, cold, on the fringes of society
From love scenes that never made the final cut
People who believe in one great act, poignant, before the end
All the deafening words whispered in fear and hope
Should be traced to parchment, to be burned.
They are endless cries for mercy
The greatest poetry should never be read by the masses
For it contains secrets, terror and so many lies.
Lost lives to negative emotions
Children screaming from wreakages of matrimony
Lost young men overtaken by substances
Old ladies that no longer have company in life
All these souls yell out to the sky
Write their thoughts away
In beauty and glory.
Lives crushed by passion crimes,
Lost teens and suicides,
Finding release from the cruel times...
The greates poetry ever written
Sears the soul...tugs at the heart...captures the mind...