Funny how I never do understand
how I am just... a generic brand—
nothing special here to see
when I again reveal the real me.
Just a poet with a true poem,
condemned to simply roam
across a vast blizzarded page
in a quest for some forgotten age.
In the hope that someone will read
my endless, ever-pathetic feed,
wept words in a delible ink,
disregarded once more in a blink.
Tossed over another cold shoulder,
now that I am so much older
than I ever then dared to be
in this wildfire life meant to free.
As I ignited every single spark
in pursuit of some trademark—
something to make me stand out,
drive away all of this dark doubt.
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Author:
Libellule (
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Comments2
Generic no. Although the feelings you share may be held by many of us the words you bleed upon the page are yours and yours alone. As I read your poems they brighten, inspire and cheer the day. A medicine that works as well as any that comes from a brand name. Well written
Your fearfully and wonderfully made, with a good flow...
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