I won't succeed in this lifetime
Probably not the next
But history taught me that every poet
Will be apreciated after they rest
Pick up that pen and
Refill the ink
The future needs words in an order
They have to rethink
Our verses, lines and rhymes
Iambic meters and plain text
Are the corner stone of an art
Expressed yet unexpressed
Past was but an interlude
The future will prove our verisimilitude
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Poetry
PoetryGrowing up and being raised by two narcissist I sometimes had a hard time knowing what was true and what was false. This uncertainty about reality grasped and held my childhood years captive until I broke free from the strings through which my paren...
