Without Words
My pen will never write the things
That other poets do
The words somehow escape me
Like a stranger passing thru
I have no fancy phrases
To capture the reader's mind
No captivating endings
That's truly hard to find
Void of understanding
No meaning of sublime
A poet with no direction
Without a reason or a rhyme
Destined to be just average
As others pass me by
Greatness has betrayed me
For my goals were set too high
The one thing we have in common
Before we even start
Our poems comes from inside us
And we grow them in our heart
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