Truth Is Poetry
Place Where Poets Go
By: Craig A. M. Goines
Right now, I’m so alone yet surrounded by people. In a place of my own where all writers go. That place of inspiration and flow.
Around me are shadows, trees, and buildings. Insects grass dirt and sunlight. All with stories of their own.
Darkness, light, depression, joy, every emotion that there is to name. Plus others you can barely describe.
As a poet in this place where inspiration and flow grow. You hear different stories and find new places to go. No two poems are alike or have the same meaning. Some may crave attention or dear to be read.
Right now, I’m alone when I want to be. In a place where poets go.
