I can not express myself
In simple words of subtle
Complexity descriptive
Of nothing that's really me
So the poet's words I use
Clumsily awkward stumbling
Phrases trite and contrite
Simple universal thoughts
Elucidating in false pomposity
Emotions buried just under
The so obvious ignorance
Of one whose lost the meaning
The questions unanswerable
Answered in screaming prose
Of pain-filled soullessness
Of one rejected poet's dream
Yet I'm still here and standing
The Universe tried to crush me
But I pushed harder still and more
I'll write here whatever I care.
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