Explaining poetry in poetry

 The Other Side Of The Pen

Pen in my hand, paper in the other

Sun in the sky, chill in the weather
Even if the words burn the pages,
The prisoners in my head are still in cages.
In my head there are wires you'll never see,
And words that hang from lines and bloom on a tree.
The pen dazzles in the sunlight,
While the words and I have a fight.
Did you think it's this simple to write,
poetry, when the words are always too bright. Next time when you want me to write poetry, At least wait and let me do it properly.

By

Barirah❣

This Poetry is dedicated to my parents