Poem: "Poetry"

I am sharing some of my poetry for National Poetry Month. Enjoy!

Poetry

The inky lines pierce my head,
I shout and shout, I’m never heard,
“I must stop thinking,” I said.

My choices are opinion fed,
In my road is paved with words,
The inky lines pierce my head.

“You stink of ritual!”, the madman said,
He eyeballs me and no one stirs,
“I must stop thinking,” I said.

I tremble, thinking of what he said
And of my belief in the absurd
The inky lines pierce my head.

Poetry and life are alive, not dead,
Type is not mine, ink not yours,
“Never end your thinking!”, I said.

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© 1985? - Scott Lawrence Lawson