Once upon a time
they thought I had a preselected preference to poetry
but no I write as my souls cries
this is not poetry it is a confession
If not for the word Poet
I would have died years ago
no one .... no one
would understand my sacrifice
Wow unfair and I am still cursed
with every ****** write and verse
but may hell freeze over
before I give up the fight
for if not a poet
I am a creature of the night
See my castle
hear the thunder
see the lightning
as darkness puts us under
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
Once upon a time
they thought I had a preselected preference to poetry
but no I write as my souls cries
this is not poetry it is a confession
If not for the word Poet
I would have died years ago
no one .... no one
would understand my sacrifice
Wow unfair and I am still cursed
with every ****** write and verse
but may hell freeze over
before I give up the fight
for if not a poet
I am a creature of the night
See my castle
hear the thunder
see the lightning
as darkness puts us under
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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