I'll never write again.
I will never tell the truth to world again.
The pain will come.
A revelation will be made.
But I will not confirm the truth in it's existence.
See, me as a writer.
Is almost like you as a human.
I don't choose this. It just is.
Man will not understand what man won't hear.
Listen.
For this is your last chance.
I will never write again.
I will never speak truth.
Man won't understand what man won't hear.
Hear this. You are not alone.
I am here with you.
We begin today and end when destiny shows up late again.
Understand that my truths are self-evident.
I will fast from the bread that feeds my soul and hunger will drive
me to the place of fates abode.
I, like the rock,
shall never falter.
I can't break
for I am the Impermeable.
My pen in it's physical form.
Shall dodge the threats of every opportunity of expression.
Deaf to the world.
I will not speak the meaning of revelations anymore.
Please tell me what you think...
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"See, me as a writer.
Is almost like you as a human.
I don't choose this. It just is."
how true that is! You've nailed it on the head exactly with that stanza.
(line 5 it's should be its ... it's = it is... its = possession. I always mix them up, so I always see it when someone else does the same as I usually do)
Another excellent poem by you. You definitely have a gift, and a knack for creating the right words to make the emotions come alive on the computer screen.
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