A hand of a poet

When my hand touches the pen, it’s a rush of relaxation,

Words flow out of my mind like no temptation,

Rhymes come together like a perfect tone,

It flows through me right to the bone,

Sometimes there’s a message and sometimes there’s not,

I can’t keep up from all I’ve written, I’m

Caught,

In a poetic state of mind,

And all it does is replay and rewind,

My writting speaks from heart ,

Poetry and voice can’t keep it apart,

Sound like a rhymthic pattern ,

 verses strong and  out of this world like Saturn