why does he
even bother
leaving in
this place,
   his poetry?

minimal to
  non existent
is the
   appreciation
from the
  hes and
the shes.

artistically
   arranged words
do not stir
  the souls of
these folks
      indeed.

but alas,
   i will
continue to
leave you all
    my heart's
     key...

    leave you all
my scars
   and wounds
       that have
never healed.

i have never
   been one to
keep my
     feelings nor
  my heart
concealed.

ignoring my
  gift that i
    share with
you all
        for free...

i won't lie,
    it hurts
sometimes like
      i have been
stung by
  42 bees.

rather....
    41 because
one friend
  reads and
     appreciates
  my
free poetry,
         religiously.

and we all
    know...

who is she.