Echoes of the Soul

In the depths of my mind, I craft a verse,

A world of words, where emotions immerse.

With pen in hand and paper as my muse,

I write stories, both real and profuse.

I paint pictures with words, create visions anew,

And with every line, I reveal something true.

I'm not just a poet, I'm a storyteller too,

A voice for the voiceless, the strong, and the few.

My poetry speaks of love, loss, and life,

Of pain, of joy, of sorrow, and strife.

With each word, I weave a tapestry,

A reflection of the world, as it's meant to be.

I'm not like other poets, I'm unique in my way,

A master of words, with something to say.

I write for myself, but also for you,

So that my words may inspire and ring true.

For in the end, what matters most,

Is that my poetry touches hearts, like a ghost.

And that my words continue to live on,

Long after I'm gone, like a new dawn.