"Tha Poet"

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Tha Poet

He walks with a swagger- Making his way through the darkness,

Using his words as daggers- Not stopping regardless.

Of the circumstances he is dealt- Each line being heart felt,

With each word being his subtle cry for help.

But still walking alone- On a path that requires he be on his own,

Wandering farther from home- With each and every poem.

Living with a heart that has nearly become stone- This is him,

Into this, he has grown- Destined to be known.

He talks with a confidence- That can be confused with conceit,

Because he knows he can't be beat- And he won't be fooled with deceit.

And with each rhyme released- He's one rhyme closer to defeat,

So he continues receiving his food for thought- Making sure that he eats,

It sometimes seems- That the rain will never cease.

Or the hurt will never ease- And that happiness is just a tease.

But this is his life- And this life is he,

This is what has molded him- This is how he has come to be.

He's confident but modest- Cocky but yet humble,

He walks with a swagger- But he knows he could still stumble.

So in his head he mumbles- That he must always show it,

He must always remain confident- Because he is not just a writer,

He is "Tha Poet".













Michael. C. Lucas

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Geoff Mcmullen's picture

I hit view, like I often do.
Lack of confidence afraid of looking like a fool
And wondered why there was only one comment on such a well written insightful piece when suddenly it hit me that the one comment that is there was put so well and accurate that I almost just moved on, and probubly should have. Maybe some of your confidence rubbed off me.

Fraser Bloose's picture

Great timing and meter. It's flow draws the reader and makes the point emphatically