An intricate mind reels,
The thoughts feel redundant,but among us is an abundance of raw skill,
A poet with a pungent feel, from pen to ear, a prudent deal, from master but you're the student still, a lucid pill to take, to make your dreams seem as they are real,
A poets heart..doesn't start..to beat. until every line they inscribe has peaked.. and nothings near, The rushing fear is bleak.. and every rhyme that they seek.. is brushing ears, a lunging leap..The paper weeps.. as a touching tear rolls down your cheek.

© Dougiewrotethis