As a poet I would have a lot to say.
As human being even more,so
But my body believes everything
Has been said and enough has
Been done.
It will not surrender and turn
Back to what was.
My brain will force itself to recover.
My heart ,the same and as it does
It might suffer.
It is the price I will pay with each
Founded love.
Among each living soul, mine will
No longer be for risen death will
Forever become me.
poet never dies
A poet dies not when he loses the will to live
But when he loses the will to write