Man lost in his own mind
Poet or madman
Words poured onto paper
Like blood from a vein
Is he alone in this world-?
Misfit cast aside?
Or maybe this is his own
His place in an artistic palace
Painting his own world on a canvas laid out before him
And with his pen showing to you
If only a small piece of his world.
This was my first poem that I ever “meant”- What I mean is, this was how I was trying to explain to “the world” the reason for my work.