#Companion
Poetry has left me with no option but to be matured.
It has exposed me so dearly to nature
I grow without without manure.
It thought me about the absurdity of reality
I can't be on your lane, your ways are filthy
No offense, I am just living a life of dignity.
I can sometimes become wild
Give me some wine
Watch me go the mile
As a poet, I question existance
I tried to avoid it but there's no resistance.
I feel complete when I write,
It makes me feel like I'm on a ride.
I wish I can give it some time;
That? I dare not try.
I love what I do
What I do loves me in return.
A complete recipe has the onion
I am complete, poetry is my companion.
©Dibz
®Dib_Wordz 2021
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