"Poetry comes from the
highest happiness
Or the
deepest sorrow."
It's true.
Pure poetry
Comes from
From depths others
Are too scared to go,
Are too scared to feel,
Although they would grow.
But there's more.
It comes from
Anxiety
Pressure
Frustration
Depression
Repression
It's a release.
Release.
A breath of fresh air
You can't get just anywhere.
A moment of peace
And quiet,
Something so hard to find
In a world full of noise
No one can escape.
But you have to make
Some time
To release.
To escape.
To breathe.
To gain a perspective
You haven't seen
Since forever.
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