I am not really a poet as you can tell, but there something in my soul that keeps me writing poetry and music. My weakness is my heart it bleeds and cares to much. Thanks for reading. Elliottalbany@aol.com more »
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I am real,
Well that’s what I have been told,
But even though, through mortal senses,
A world I behold.
I can not help but wonder,
Am I no more then a reflection,
Passing by a window?
Or a spark of inspiration,
Struggling against the winds,
Maybe I am a dropp of morning dew,
Only to evaporate by afternoon.
Maybe I am last night’s dream,
Being analyzed into absurdity.
Maybe I am the sum of written words,
Not quite being what the author meant to say,
Being vigorously erased,
Wiped from the page.
I am ...