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Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Why I write nothing

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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