A Letter from The Poet to The World
A Mission to Write
The mind of a poet,
A writer,
Is a chaotic place, a place few dare to enter, without protection, to hear the words, to hear the whisper against the ear, a place of dementia to the untrained ear.
We see the colors in the air, feel that fear, as we stroke the pen against the paper, we write for the sake of writing, not to hear the cheers of victorious crowds, who moments before were ready to tear us apart, to rip us to shred, to kill us as we dare not conform to set standards.
Why bother oh brothers, oh sisters, to cry from each word, a to memory put to page, a lost love, to show, the world, I can bleed! Outside the door, I am waiting for you, a rose in my hand, hoping I can be the love you, my friend, are waiting for.
I write for you, the reader, to feel my heart, to feel the truth, to feel that life I show to you.
About the Creator
Jason Giecek
A poet who cannot rhyme, a dreamer who dreams in reality, realist who gave up realism last week as part of his plea agreement. The courts got nothing!! Nothing!
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