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From The Mind Of A Poet

I no longer desire to be known as the poet
The writer who never lives life
All feeling felt from within
Cuts through My suffering mind

In reach coexists the darkest of moments
Only with pen may I finally decide
My joy is only on paper
Never a moment will be mine lest I write

I can make my dear reader feel great fervor
My love poems may bring tears to the eyes
A heartfelt writing for then, to remember
Long after the end of my life

I am the poet who writes out of feeling
Though so many are born inside
Dare I wish beyond pen and paper
All the words that keep flooding this mind

To myself I am only a vessel
A fixation conveyed after mine
Only with logic, illogical
Will I ever escape what I hide

She is mine to have if I write so
From the dark and into the light
The reason is far from an answer
Indeed, a poet must write

(01/23/2019)
From The Mind Of A Poet
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