Calm inside my soul,
But in great thought
As to wonder if anyone knows
Who am I?
Seen as the poet gone mad
I am a creator of beauty
A legend to the low in spirit
For as I walk streets humbly
My misfortunes are everyone’s fun,
But I am not jealous of them
They know nothing about me
They look at me as if I’m worthless,
But only I know the inside is what matters
And after this song when I’m gone
They will worship my music,
And marvel at the complexity
Of someone so small and low
Goodbye, let the maveling begin
A contest entry
- Confessions of a poet gone mad by requiempoet.
1600 points, ended November 13, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Anything to make it better?
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i like it i'm not sure why you think you have to change it. :-) thank you for entering the contest and good luck.
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