Poetry Abuses Me
Poetry abuses me,
Flirting with me one minute and
Abandoning me the next.
She gives me palaces
And then she burns them to the ground.
Poetry taunts me,
Handing me jewels
And filling my dreams
With cathedrals only to snatch them away
And leave me a beggar,
Inspiration run dry.
Yet somehow, I can't convince myself
To turn my back on her honey words
And find my way out of the storm
For I might miss the lightning.
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