Words struggle to get out of my mouth
I do not know why
Is it because of fear
Or the fact that I’m shy
But when I am alone
I start to speak
Much more on paper
My hands are ready
To craft
Each title
Each stanza
Each line
Each word
This is how I can connect
To the souls I find hard to utter
Speaking to the minds
Of those who are willing to listen
Language Of Poetry
Waylin Van Wyk
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/30/2020
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Poem topics: alone, fear, ready, mouth, listen, hard, struggle, start, speak, paper, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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