When I write, I have to push my friends away for no way do I want them to see my fury for they will never understand the passion within and the pain of my broken heart, does cause me
For I am Poet and proud of that and no matter the retraction, it is my art but time and stars have told me to leave this wonder for I am called again to another art to ponder
This is not a goodbye just a sweet retreat to my love of loves that I will never repeat
So glory to poetry for I am called and blindfolded I die with my back to the wall