This poem has no poet
Because I don't know what
To call myself anymore.
This statement,
Observation,
Experience,
Or question
Stems from the fact that
I still
Sometimes get caught up
In the need of a reason to be...
But,
As words get old
So does the need fade away
Leaving me with unexpressible emotion.
Stuck inside myself
Is my testimony
Explanation
Preservation
And relaxation
With no where to go.
This poem has no poet
Becuase
I don't know what to call myself
Anymore.
you are a poet simply by the desire to write this piece.You do not need a lable though. What comes from the heart to the mind to the pen to the paper is the end result of writing passion-excellent piece!