Addicted To Poetry.

I speak the tongue of poetry,
Of stories yet untold,
A speech that I won't ever lose,
I'll have until I'm old.

I speak in rhyme and stanzas,
I spread word through the tale,
I understand the power of words:
Hurricane-force or gale.

My mouth converts words by itself,
Inspired by everything,
Even when I sleep, it's there:
My mind begins to sing.

Addicted to the written word,
With paper, pen and mind:
Writing up my poetry,
Is my way to unwind.