POETRY ALL I NEED
If a blue sky turns to grey
and all humans tend to cry
my burdens heavy to carry
poetry had to parry
All By pen on paper
it ran in my mind
not just behind
through my thoughts
All to the body and there goes my hand
shivering and wanting to hold a pen
not just lonely at the top
because I don’t even know the top
my pen had to top on a paper
now that my eyes move all ways round
looking for a position
to dodge accusation
to write it all down because its all my creation
poetry, all I need
Brenda A. juliet