Am I over looking something?
That is great?
As Atlas in the mythological legends
Holding onto the world
With only his fingertips
And his firm hands
Send me the message from cupid of love
I want to know if they are precious
As these poets in this class
Description of where they are from
Either mommy’s little girl
Or the guitar of Dakota’s life
Nothing is compared to these
Whose fear spoke in that circle of silence?
Tears flushed out of her eyes
Empathy, sympathy sincerely saddens me
Her words of her life
Broken down to the road of lonesome
Feeling lost in her words
Holding strong, announcing the rest of her secrets
Once kept back in her cellar
Back of her mind
And we took that key
Opened her thoughts and feelings
We did that with no time wasted
Listening to her
To another literature
Beautiful as Alida’s sweet poem
I sincerely loved
As Mrs. Hartjes screamed
Her voice to Justin across the room
Remorse held him up
His Spinal cord faced upward
Looking into her eyes
That sparkle the truth of her words
No lies
No guilt trip
Nothing in that case
Just a voice wants to be heard
Lusting the comfort of an audience
Please do enjoy
These poets are greater than god
Greater than mythological legends
Because these are my inspiration