Poetry, what a mystery...
Poetry
What a powerful tool
It flows smoothly
Like a river
Yet after a while
Even the sturdy rocks
Slowly break apart
Poetry
Seeming so innocent
Yet with a few lines
Has my heart captivated
And I yearn for more and more
Poetry
Can be so beautiful
Yet so dark
Telling wondrous stories
Or horrendous tales
Poetry
Seems to be forgotten at times
Yet it only lurks in the dark
Waiting to be discovered
Waiting to make a change
Poetry
What a mystery