Sire Of Poetry Poem by Murasaki Kitsune

Sire Of Poetry



Am I the greatest,   that a question to behold
Even tho my story only halfway told
Time to upload a clip and watch how it unfolds
Just a young man trying to find a way in life
I will never give up without putting up a fight
It's hard to sometimes lay my head down at night
Being haunted by my dream like it's a poltergeist
But I got to stay strong not only for just me
For my love ones and those who I consider family
But I'm not a open book for all to see
I may not be the greatest,   but who decided that
Not like it's a drawing that you pick out of a hat
And we know it never really chosen on facts
But being the greatest would be too much of a burden
Like taking a shower in public with no curtains
To do that one must really be certain
That what you want,   so ask me is that my desire
Yes,   I won't stop what I'm doing until I'm poetry's sire

Monday, March 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom of speech
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Just random lines from my dome.
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