A Poet

A Poet

I see visions, and speak sharp words,

Make smooth incisions, and speak obscured,

With words ragged, I leak all words,

With words jagged, I make words heard,

I plant seeds, I speak words blunt,

May YANK strings, when I speak up front,

See minds travel, as my ink runs,

See thoughts babble, when I speak undone,

May speak wrong expressions, worried loved ones,

Read of my depressions, twiddling their thumbs,

Poetry mind hidden, with awkward life actions,

See ears listen, to my pen's distractions,

Catch words glisten, from my pen's transactions,

Feel words written, of my mind's entrapment,

I see visions, and speak sharp words,

Make smooth incisions, and speak obscured,

I plant seeds, I speak words blunt,

May YANK strings, when I speak undone.

Lorenzo Wesley, Jr.

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