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I Love To Talk-Yet, I Hate the Sound of My Own Voice

i love to talk-
Yet, i hate the sound of my own voice
i love to speak-
Yet, Everything i say is inconsequential
Lack of substance 
nothing i say changes the world
Basically meaningless 
All i want to be is a Poet
Writer
Mover
Changer
Yet, i am forever still
Stagnant
Never changing
As the ocean of life tumbles around me
i am utterly alone-
Yet, all Poets are alone
Well, not alone
They are alone with theirFeelingstheirWords
The decapitating and equally enthralling Darkness 
So, in retrospect
I am a Poet-
Yet, i am not surrounded by words of substance-
HOW DO I KNOW MY WORDS HAVE MEANING?
maybe questioning is my answer
maybe not
How do I know if I am a Poet

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