I went to a poetry-esque type open mic tonight and, though I've never really written poetry before (as is evident), I wrote this while others were performing for my own reading. I can't refuse an opportunity to extend my grasp of the craft.
Words are weighty, so they say,
They are as thick as thieves,
They come to town, they mess around,
They cause mischief for me.
I'd heard a word, so long ago,
That claimed the greatest deed,
It exclaimed, so proud you see,
By me all will be freed.
It then did ask me, follow please,
And though I was afraid,
I thought I'd chase this word awhile,
To see where it may stray.
Long and darkened paths I walked,
And deep breaths did I take,
I followed it so far I felt,
I prayed I wouldn't break.
And still I search from day to day,
Whole lives have I spent,
To find that word, alluring spur,
To this task, I am bent.