My Kind Of Poetry

Freedom to speak with no lips moving,
giving hope to thoughts in chains,
mending faculties of reasoning.

Like Gaeus healing Uther’s pains,
and Merlin saving Camelot with magic,
this is my definition of gains.

I sometimes speak words that are tragic.
Depending on my motivation in a theme,
I control thoughts with no use of magic.

My kids must inherit this meme,
making a difference by using their pen.
Poetry made me a member of the cream.

Wildkhard