When I Reside In My Poem

The only redress to all my pain comes when I reside in my poem. no matter what I write buxom thin trivial trite common rhyme mundane style in poems I find the escape awhile! Ask myself where I would be if the ink never flowed for poetry this mind never vented even one poem born for me bear my name! When my worries burst at the rim agonies seem an endless stream I board this carriage for a heavenly ride reach the dreamland on the other side! There so long I roam the corridor tasting the treasured and the abhorred I forget the measures all earthly yardstick in the rainbow bubble taste the escape I seek!