Poem -
Death of a poet
Like 1 Pin it 0I am dying
In the words
Of the poem
That I am writing
In the blood
In red blood
In red ink
I am dying
In these words
In democracy
I am dying
For which
I have been in prison,
Imprisoned
& incarcerated
In
K
R.I.P.
The poet
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Comments
Poets never die, their chapbooks just get tucked away.
Good write.
Yup that's true
poets don't die
their spirits rise
and their books get richer through
reads that bestow honor,
chaucer, shakespeare, Poe
luv them all,
thanks Kimmy
Jai:)