PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I admit,

I still don’t really know my value.

Though I suspect it’s with these poems,

I can help guide us all through.

I don’t write for money or fame,

That’s why I don’t care if the world remembers my name.

Sometimes,

I write just to vent.

Others,

I write with a purpose, hell bent.

I’ve been presented with some strange gifts.

Used to call them curses,

Till I discovered what they all meant.

Yes,

I feel your pain.

It sounds insane,

But I can get in your mind frame.

Don’t get caught up.

This is no delusion of grandeur.

I know what I am. 

I couldn’t care less if you concur.