An Animal With Wings Poem by Anthony Charles King
An Animal With Wings
why do we scribble so....
dear poets
alone
weeping ink into the void
...and for whom
for whom do we 'bleed'
our soul
...in words
our heart
....to verse
and this muse that summons us so..
for what do we owe such pain and wild abandonement
so to identify
..so to annuncify
............so to immortalize
i am no more a poet than you are a killer...
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4/16/2024 2:04:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
WOW! I love this poem! Its really deep... But it is because of others we have this pain And so we...express out pain and sorrow through our words : D keep writing my fellow poet Dona