A Poem

What makes a poem?
What makes it poetic?
Is it the words?
Or maybe the rhymes?
People keep telling me
Poetry is something deep,
But then some think
The best poetry are the simple ones
I’m confused…
Isn’t it enough to convey what I feel?
Does it have to be written with such depth,
That people interpret it a dozen ways?
What’s the fuss about anyway,
Convey more, Feel more…
What the hell,
That’s just how I feel…
How can a poem come from the heart
When they are so many
Damn rules
To follow…
I feel what I feel,
Write about it,
That’s it,
No rules, no rhymes whatsoever…
My poems are about myself,
And that enough makes it a poem,
I don’t want it better nor deeper…
I want the feeling stuck in time…
Why would I make it deeper
I myself couldn’t even understand,
My truth is what makes my works

Poetry…

In fact, this isn’t a poem…
You wanna know why…
Because it just isn’t…

Me…