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The Life of a Poet?
Glitter, fade,
you make my day,
You nag at me
constantly
"let me free"
Let me tell you
that when I'm through
you'll wish you were never born
No breath escape from your form
no utter, cry, or childish wail
just another chance to try and fail
as I sit here, grasping at what I can
just to give you what you demand
Why do you haunt me, bitter words?
Remain unseen, go unheard
flitter once, then go away
upon another page to stay
a page in my blunt history
cut a little short
for all to see
What then of words that I have wrote
when sitting on Heavens boat?
I fade, like you
now through
with this embrace
this purposeless chase
The life of a poet?
I hardly know it.
