Why I write poetry...

I write poetry.
Not real poetry;
Nothing beautiful,
Nothing thoughtful
Or profound,
Nothing that will make you look at my soul
And wonder how I happened.
I can't write the stars
Or pour my soul into words;
I can't make you believe in peace,
Or love.
I can't make you go out and shoot your neighbour,
Or hug your friend;
I can't make your world a better place,
And I can't make you feel hopeless.
Nor desolate and despairing,
Nor joyful and at peace.
My poetry is not real poetry,
It's nothing beautiful...
But I write it.
Because that's what I do.