Grab the pen from the poet's hand
and write your own ending lines.
No one should have such control
that they can write your lifes story
in their poetic rhyme.
Take control, go and write those words
now carefully chose the ones you use.
And with the stroke of pens stain of ink
live life as you've written to.
Silver in the poet's bullets
not blanks, as well you would have wished.
Marksmen all, their penned words stand tall
as they've added your lines to a poet's list.
Takes courage to stand and pay words price
of what anothers thoughts might be.
Placing down on paper all there is
of what maybe the poet, now wants to be.
Living life one word at a time
of letter by letter spelled.
All falling into minds order of things
all where the poet's words have fell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was wonderful Thank you.