Poetry #1

Poetry Is..
Purpose
Understanding
My own world
What defines me

My expression
My escape
Away from the madness
That is our world

As I write, someone
Listens
Listens to my thoughts
My ideas and perspective

A door is opened
To my own world

Poetry is
My own world

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it fade like the evening sun?
Or linger in the air
like floating dust?
Does it recur day after day?
And are you wishing it will soon go away?
Or do you still hold hope that one day
you will
PERSEVERE?

*I have no idea what the 3rd poem is soo...