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Am I a poet
Am I a poet, no I am a worthless man bloody and broken
My heart will fail my mind will turn to dust and leave my tainted soul
I sit here hunched over this table and scratch out thoughts
Do people read them? Not often and I am fine my children of the mind
Those who read think and see and neither I nor they the better
The dream comes again my dream is always there
They fear me but none see the dream my soul so weary
My heart fails but I will not die yet I have a life to live
I stand-alone and yet I stand, will I always be alone
Hearts quake the mountain trembles and I mean no ill
Worlds turn their hate burns and they know me not
Trust me yes, follow me not for I go where angels fear to tread
I bleed again
My worthy friend
