Writing Souls Poem by Joseph Michalski

I am a man of many faces
and I lie for no reason
Maybe it is because I have been to so many places
and I lie out of necessity and I commit social treason

For this I am alone
When I die none will care
When I die it will be me and my bones
When I die my coffin lid will always be in my glare

I will be food for the worms
My tombstone will see no guests
Over my grave will be a dark storm
and in my coffic will be vermin and pests

In words I reveal my poets heart
For eternity; To all who read
From this world my sould will sadly depart
For eternity my sould I have freed

In the heavens I now look down
Seeing the wonderful world in which i was born
I can see the writers and poets; in their offices they frown
When they can not write; The world they scorn

When they have a break through
and create a piece that will go down in fame
I can see that their hearts are truly true
and I remember when my heart truly felt the same