Poetry

Is poetry a relief?
I know not.
It's just flow of words
Most often from a broken heart
Blabber, mumble
Cluster of words which make no sense,
When spoken out.
But on paper
There's something magnetic
A dump from one heart
Attracting so many other
Words which try to describe
The hurricane of emotions
Storm of feelings within
Felt for someone,
once called your own.

Scribbled when you are going insane
This uproar too loud,
Heavy to withhold
So you pour out
In verses or in a random maze
Which reach another heart
Miles away from yours
Who's looking for a validation
For the tornado passing through
Getting themselves drowned
In this sour drizzle of tears
These words, half baked most of 'em
Provide a solace,
Rare comfort.

So yeah
Poetry does provide a relief
To the broken hearts
Who are struggling through each day
To keep their treasure,
Of left over emotions safe.