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Waiting To Become
Waiting To Become
Date: July 29,2010
I have waited here, long indeed
...waiting to become a poet
I have stumbled over and fell upon
Words that free fall from my mind
I have inked many pages
And tap, tap, tapped to siphon rhetoric
From my own dark soul¦
I have taken knife in hand
To carve blindly in the dark
Searching in vain for poetic verse
Or prose, or even song
I have twisted thoughts,
And drained memories
I have stolen from friend and foe
Pilfering letter by letter
Secrets, fantasies and unspeakable acts of debauchery
I dug a grave to lost love
Cut down trees of indifference
And swam the river of denial
I have traveled far and searched wide
Climbing the highest mountain of despair
Just to sprinkle moon dust over sleeping giants
I sliced my wrist and bled poison on the leaf
All for the chance
To run my fingers through the golden hair of success
I have killed and died,
At the altar of my own naivety
I have lied, been deceived, and have coveted the gifts of others
I have waited, long indeed
...waiting to become a poet
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Copyright © 2010 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
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