I will write these words,
Held deep within
I will write to live again
You may never make sense of this,
Nor will I, but shall I
And I will feel forever bliss,
But that shall be the day amiss
I am the writer, I am the poem,
This pen chose me forever woven,
Into the pages, fore I was chosen
To be the poet from the poem
To write the words
My heart hath chosen
Is every poet, from every poem?
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