Poet's Dilemma

Oh, why am I writing?
And what am I writing about?
I have collected my thoughts.
Yes, I have written 
What I thought is a poem, but
I feel like it isn’t a poem. 

And I don’t know why. 

I’ve the words...
The poetic form...
The rhyme and the style...
Indeed, I have unveiled… 
The mind… 
The heart… 
 
Yet still, I don’t know why. 

No matter what I write
Or how beautiful my poem is
If you, my dear, are not reading it
Then, it isn’t a poem.
And, without you to read
…I will never be a poet!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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