Poets Wake


The tides recede
the lovers bleed
For they all need
What I conceive

The sand dunes die
The fire it lies
For one goodbye
What fault am I?

Great fields of green
Great marbled sheen
Go through sun's beam
Where I have been

Forests go still
Mountains they trill
Oceans feel thrill
At my inked quill

A heart engraved
Frozen nights I brave
In my passionate cage
Locked, unmarked grave

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"I yearn for the life of a writer, and relish every opportunity to write. With this, I hope to begin a career of writing, not for fame or fortune, but for enjoyment and (hopefully) financial stability."