Pattimouse

Each  of my poems
was written,
From the
darkness within
The soul .

Though some
Can prose,
Flowers and glows,
Many just don’t know
Why and how.

No soul
Unspoiled,
Tainted,
Passes through
Poems muse,
Unburdened.

Each path
A choice,
Each soul,
A voice.

Speak,
In line,
In verse.
Hold back nothing.