What is a Poem?
Is it an angel or a demon
holding this pen?
Are those words ment for me
or are they ment for you?
To they express my soul
or the spirit or the world?
Do I lead the words or
am I just following their lead?
Is it a desperate cry for help
or a divine melody of hope?
Am I in those words
or those words made me?
What is poem?
If not me, you
and everything there is to be.
I couldn't imagine anything else
that a poem could be.