Poetry??

Poetry is passion,

in your hands

trying to express themselves.

Words struggle to get out,

pushing and probing...

Like a crazed madman, pulling at your insides...

Poetry isn't cute...

we write it with passion,

because it is what is inside your soul

pushing to get out,

struggling to be free....

What am I good for???

What can I do?

That's all i can do...

What else should I do?

I cannot do anything but this,

because this is all I can do...

You can't ask for more because,

that's all I can give.

My life isn't pointless though.

I mean, 

I mus t be good for something....

RIGHT????

I must be good at something else besides this....