They say these words
Are code conferred
A crafted spark
A perfect mark
They say no pain
Could shape this rain
No wounded heart
Could play this part
But I've known nights
Without streetlights
When dreams ran thin
And doubt moved in
I've worn regret
Can't shake it yet
And felt love fade
Where promises stayed
No program grieves
No system believes
No circuit cries
Through sleepless eyes
These lines I write
Weren't built overnight
They came from scars
Old wounds and wars
From every fall
From losing all
From standing tall
When shadows call
So if you find
A truth inside
These woven rhymes
And honest lines
Don't credit wires
Or borrowed fires
Don't call it fate
Or software made
Call it a soul
with a simple goal
To speak what's real
To say what's true
To share a piece
Of what I've been through
Because
This voice
This choice
This plea
Isn't AI
It's me
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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There was a different but most definite beat and meter to this poem and its claim to be oneself not false or fake made it most meaningful. I loved it a fave Anthony
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