This Poem Has No Poet

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My Reality

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.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

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!