Poetic Bounds 

(requested by Blackheart111)

 Time and time again, 

I've sat with paper and a pen. 

Pouring out my heart, 

in the form of this poetic art... 

 Yet, what sits upon my soul, 

can get so out of control, 

that only poems can bind 

this raging storm inside my mind. 

 Beyond these words I'm incomplete, 

with cold, hard world beneath my feet, 

but through this ink my world transforms

 to a patch of sun between the storms. 

 I just wrote this. I hope it is good enough. It's my first time writing in two weeks. I was really struggling because I lost a lot of my poems when they stole my phone and that hurt me. This request helped me write again.

(We are happy to see you writing again. Bella & Bill)