The Power of Words

Some of the time I write to release emotion,

To put 'teenage angst' into a more eloquent notion,

Because I can feel when the hypothetical bottle is about to explode,

Rhyming my feelings is a good way to unload.

I've heard the stories of those who died too young,

Swallowed all their feelings and chased them down with a gun,

Maybe this'll save me from an early hearse,

That, my friend, is the power of a verse.

A lot of the time I write out of selfish need,

To soothe the wounds that too often bleed,

For poetry beats inside me like a second heartbeat,

Giving me soft reassurance in an impressive feat.

The steady rhythm - that harmonious song

Wraps me in its arms, that's where I belong.

Pulling me out of hell every single time,

That, my friend, is the power of a line.

But most of the time I write to be free,

To allow my words to break the boundaries of immortality,

So that the marks I leave are infinitely touching you,

So that you don't just read – you feel too.

And all I hope for is that what I say,

Can stick in your mind for just a day,

And then maybe you've learnt something from a mere verse.

That my friend, is the power of words.