I cannot be asked to cease.
Because when people watch my fingers move in grace,
They expect me those bones to move the same way always.
They expect me to be a machine.
Always working and producing and being.
But a machine will break down.
They will cry.
They will cease.
They will no longer be.
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The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
