Stop
Do not read it fast.
Do not read it fast.
Read through these words,
That I struggle to bleed,
Read it slowly, read it well,
Not just what I write,
What I mean as well.
Stop.
Do not avert your eyes.
Do not avert your eyes.
It will take you a second,
But it'll ache me for a long while,
Acknowledge not my skills,
But my efforts,
My constant endeavours to revive,
Solitary thoughts and poetry.
Stop.
Do not let me die.
Do not let me die.
The spirit of a poet,
That sojourns in my heart,
Will leave, if you do so too,
And my words will be fruitless.
Stop.
Have I made an impact?
Have I made a change?
Only you can critique,
Only you can guide me through,
My raw knack of poetry,
I will humble myself before you.
Whether you choose to read,
It is all up to you.
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