**** poetry!
It's not what it use to be
Its words are used as weapons of war
Now it is nothing more than senseless bullet aimed at the people we once called family
Our brothers and sisters who were once banned together to spread their majestic words
But maybe I'm wrong...
Maybe poetry hasn't changed at all
In fact, maybe it is I who has evolved into this new being
New flesh and blood that covers my naked body
A being that expects so much more from its old art
If that's the case...
Maybe I should walk away now in search of something that can keep up with my evolution
Just maybe I should finally say goodbye to my dear friend poetry
...
**To be continued