Poems are not made of words
Words are for talking and reading a book
Poems are made from spices and groans,
They are made from Balloons.
You can Chew them and spit them out, they are like gravel sometimes,
Poems are perfume destined to be poured out onto tired feet,
They are my best chapel
You are not locked out but locked in
And the place you are in is divine.
I like to go pray in the Poem Chapel once a day
Just to remember the good and forget the bad.
I am safe in the Chapel where walls are made of sighs
and the pews are made of laps.