poetry is life

Could it be too much

The inner struggle

The way it all comes out

Maybe the words are a little too real;

Too close to home

Too much meaning after every little word

Instead of saying the truth, should I say lies

Like everything in life?

Should it all be covered under glossy yellow paint;

Instead of glossy paint that reflects;

 like water on a hot summer day

Would that be okay?

Should it be about the views and the likes

OR even the fame that yet to come?

Some say yes, to be practical;

The rest will come later

Yet, the soul is in charge

It demands to be heard; to be felt

Poetry is supposed to be meaningful

Suppose to be felt from head to toe;

to make you feel a certain way

To Inspire you; to pull you from the everyday to day

Poetry is life and life is poetry

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