I'm untitled, unlabeled
You don't know me.
I blend with the walls
And the lackluster crowds
But my voice is loud
Though I am unknown
My words echo and haunt my audience
For I am a violinist if words were strung together
As they play at my command
To the world, I'm unknown and untitled
But to me, I'm a writer and a poet
Bleeding words on paper like skin
I don't know if my audience is large or small
I don't know if it's good or not
All I know I am what I write
And not the imperfections of my social life
A/N: Hi. What do you think about the title? Also, I suggest reading these poems on a larger screen like an iPad or a laptop because there is a specific format that makes the poem easier to read.
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Words of a Poet
PoezieA short Poetry Collection. "I'm burning a thousand flames, yet not one flame will touch me tomorrow."
