Cyclone

A poem about a poet writing poetry.

I love poetry;
it makes me
feel so alive
in a dying
world.

it is a drug;
perhaps the combi-
nation of ecstasy
and cocaine?

it is the love of
someone unselfish
who only wants
every part of
your heart, body,
mind, soul, and
what's left afterward.

it is the cyclone
of one person's
mind, expanding to
create a universe of
pretty little words.

Author's Note

Randomly written out of boredom, so I doubt it's any good. xD