Your Agony , Their Ecstasy
Today a mind awakes malnourished
To feed on words and shall flourish
Producing thoughts poets have written
Inflamed by bugs, poetically bitten
Birthed with hope and sometimes drama
Our critical state will know true Karma
Creating a piece of art today
Eye candy and scars displayed
Not everyone may read and see
Labor of love you will concede
To those who set their sight on them
Just may or will not comprehend
Poetry one's art well kept in folders
Inside our head, beauty to beholder
But what you write just may not be
Readers sensation, their cup of tea
That's why maybe God made unique
Each of us to sneak a peek
Into a heart unknown to us
Confessed feelings a poets lust
Some may frighten, others despair
Speed writing letters our souls will bare
Composed today for all to see
Your Agony, Their Ecstasy
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