tear drop from me here, now, later nothing.
Branded aqua thoughts laden in sorrow,
From this here like Poe, I sought to borrow.
I dream of my dream that held fire and steam,
chasing my innocence and guilt away,
Lines blur on ideas that I do prey.
If be it that your world, denies me right-
denies me well. That I would quick escape,
In my own words, my own ink, make a fate,
Where I shall live in my words through a page,
Invited and recited voiced on stage,
Where my words mean more than that saddened rage,
As if they broke free from my mental cage,
I WANT IT TO CARRY THE POETS NAME!
Alas, it is too far from me and my dear ink,
Tis too great to believe, sometimes even to think,
and if I have a time, that time will surely sink.
My dear mind, do apologize,
for the soul you cannibalized.

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