Poetry Adopted Me
Poetry adopted me.
It found me on an empty screen.
Poetry freed me from solitude.
I was an orphan when poetry adopted me.
I haven’t disappeared from this everlasting movie.
The movie hasn’t ended for me.
Poetry adopted me as if it was a human being.
Poetry freed me from emptiness,
but it mixed my blood with blue ink.
Now, I am a pen addict.
Poetry adopted me as if I was a lost kid.
Poetry freed me from solitude.
In return I gifted it with my gratitude.
Poetry found me to feed.
Maybe I found it.
However, poetry adopted me.
