$old my soul to poetry(3)

I’m supposed to be writing an essay But I’ve got a feeling deep down That it would be a sin to waste, You see I rented my brain to college Loaned my heart to a girl And sold my soul to poetry, I don’t think I’ll ever get it back. I’ve oft’ sat alone With just poetry in my heart and mind And my arms open wide Thinking how we can go full circle From it being taboo for women to write a verse To poetry today only being acceptable for girls With little old me Trying to reintroduce some muscle again. I remember approximately three years ago My heart and mind began to overflow They poured out onto a page And all I wanted was that release, But these days I want more; To be the object of your admiration Due to my creativity and imagination; Whether that’s the end The beginning of the end Or the end of the beginning Heaven only knows, One thing I know is I’m possessed This poetry things like a strong prescription drug And at some point I became heavily reliant This meant that- I’ve oft’ sat alone With just poetry in my heart and mind With my eyes open wide Thinking if one day we’ll grow out of this circle And poetry will have special guest appearances The youth sending each other poems via bluetooth Each passionate about their favourite poet Filled with anxiety To know what the next rhyme scheme will be Whether that’s the end The beginning of the end Or the end of the beginning Heaven only knows, Brothers and sisters I have a dream today A dream that means I’ve oft’ sat alone With just poetry in my heart and mind With my mind open wide Watching the past fly past me Wondering if the poetry I write will outlast me Opium went from the foundation of inspiration, Wordsworth and Percy Bysshe Shelly- Didn’t stop till they got enough Today opium’s the makings of a mad man, But whatever the drug the dosage had to be outrageous To sit alone and see Lucy in the sky with diamonds And what you’re reading will probably mean I write a travesty for an essay But I hope my teacher forgives me For oft’ sitting in class With just poetry in my heart and mind Filling the page 29X21cm wide With poetry Instead of the question she sets me, Whether or not she will, Heaven only knows; But she needs to understand I only rent me my brain to college I only loan my heart to girls But Lord knows I sold my soul to poetry.