My Poems
By monro
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Without my poetry I am nothing
Memories, thoughts, all collected
Gravestones gathering moss
Engraved, unvisited wisdom. Tomorrows dust
Without my poetry, I am blind, deaf and mute
Stumbling from one feeling to another
Frustrated by obstacles and
Confused without direction
Without my poetry, I am a neglected child
Vulnerable and volatile. Desperate for recognition
Unable to value
A victim of yesterday
Without my poetry, I have no mentor
My poems. Mirrors, void of judgement. Each one
Profound in my truths, to compare
Reflecting a life of regression, growth or stillness
My poetry, my world
On paper, with selfish expression, in
Slow pain, or quickening excitement of my creation
Of anger, calm, humour or cynical observation
My poetry. I am flesh and blood, it proves
My existence, ununique in humanness
Unique in its' order. My words
My words, my poems.
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