Midnight Writer: Poet

I wanted to be a poet,

To write words that would burn with their beauty.

To cauterize the wounds of the world with a few deft syllables.

 

I wanted to be a poet,

To shine a light into the dark with rhyme and rhythm.

To make constellations on the page to lead people home.

 

I wanted to be a poet,

To sit in silence and slip the pieces of my heart through floorboards.

To smuggle my soul into the world like dynamite and set it to flames.

 

I wanted to be a poet.

But it turned out I’m just a human with too many words.

And no one reads poems anymore, anyway.

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About drowsyreaper

An abundance of commas and ghost stories roughly shaped like a person.
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