I am the sum of today's words
Scattered carelessly on your open page
Sometimes I am less than that
Shall you decide the value, of my poet's exchange?
Who knows my origins or final resting place?
Nothing more than casting ink blots centre-stage?
Is it all about me, my crimes set to rhyme?
Without you I am Nothing! Words locked inside my cage.
Mouth locked. Body stopped.
Mind a whirling haze.
Stab your insight in my chest.
So begins a brand new phase.
Did I set forth this rainfall
Pitter patter of puddles on your floor
Am I compelled by my own self?
Or as rain to river flows, is there something more?
More than nothing and endlessness?
More than reaching and fleeting dreams?
Without you will my words dry up?
Or flood your dams and streams?
I fear since we unleashed the heavens
Words will fall forever more
Waiting for the world to notice
To hear this ocean's roar
And ask me of these words
Are they mine or are they yours?
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This is one of my favorites by you. Excellent very profound.
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Yet no one commented on it until now. I had quite liked the idea and was disappointed no one noticed it.
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