I Am Not A Poet

I am not a poet

And I do not claim to be

I am merely a peasant

The one who struggles for money

Life had been cruel

Had taken everything away from me

Left me with nothing

Even my own identity

I hate this face

The mirror told me

I despised this place

Was my reply as I shattered it!

I’m not making any sense, I know!

All sanity in me is gone by now

Uttering sweet nothings to a distant land

Waiting for my dying breath to come

I am not a poet

And I do not intend to be

Rhymes are not my area of expertise

And life has no meaning to me

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I contradict myself sometimes! This was one of those days when I hate everyone and everything!

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