I Was a Poet

Ink stains have become our blood stains When the pen becomes more violent than machine gun fire I was a poet I goosestep language to do what my heart says To emancipate emotions I didn't know I had I was a poet But now, I've evolved beyond it Theraputic wordsmith, I reconcile your realities Literary blacksmith, my words are no longer figments for you to ponder I was a poet I could write a verse to take the sun away Leave you in an abyss to slowly decay I was a poet Able to pen a love so rare, you'd think it was only yours I can reinvent your fairy tales or I can douse them in kerosene I was a poet...once