Poetry - the friend and enemy Making me realize things I couldn't already see Good or bad - poetry shows no mercy It's like a time piece floating in the endless sky Life may change, but it still goes on by Sometimes it brings a smile. Sometimes a good cry. In the end, my mind's the one in control But my emotions take over me, filling me up, heart and soul Sometimes you need to just let go Poetry always comes and makes itself known I read it and understand. "This is why this is so." Poetry - more of a friend than a foe.