The death of the poet


If you look for acceptance,
You\'re wasting your life
For all that men do
Adds to your strife.

When you tell a good tale
In verse that is true,
You are cursed:
Death becomes you.

Your pen is not sharp;
In fact it is blunt
For in the world
You will be shunned.

Give up the dream
And get a real job,
The voice in your head
Makes your brain throb.

You will never be able
To earn a blue cent;
More than likely
Your efforts are spent.

The One who formed me
Shaped me to be
His voice in the world
Through my poetry!

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The lack of income for q poet despite his or her vital role in society as the voice that shouts in the dark is tragic. It does make the poet question whether it is all worth it.