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Death To Poets!
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Me A poet is a true warrior
Bearing their raw, naked soul
To the reader's scrutiny
To which they've no control
Why must we die
In order to truly breathe?
Our voices go unheard and unacknowledged
No matter what we achieve.
Poets are painters
Transfixing beauty onto blank paper
Of ebony with cobalt lines
Begging to be filled with words to savor
For all eternity.
Oh no! Lol, I liked your choice of words in this one - very unique. Another +fav!