I Am A Poet.

January 31, 2011
Words are my sweet savior
When my voice has failed to speak,
An imprint of my feelings
When to feel is all I seek
And even in the lonely night,
My words, they come to be
Not because I call to them;
But because they call to me

People wonder why some cry,
Some laugh, some scream, some fight,
But, actions don’t mean anything,
To a man who loves to write

So ask me where my voice had gone,
Why I feel, but never show it
I feel, but through my words,
Because, inside, I am a poet.

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