My Poetry

Poetry is a stutter’s thoughts
A last fight that was fought

Pain; much too deep to speak
A mother’s loss when she can not weep

An artists color of words
A bowl of porridge and some curds

A dream not made yet reality
But visions clear, as clear can be

An introvert’s way to say
What he thinks every single day

A poet is sometimes misunderstood
Seen clearly through his brotherhood.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd


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