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Dead Poet's Society
I had a dream last night
That I met my maker
Woke up in a different place
But it felt like home
Robert Frost walked over to me
And said I was brave
For not traveling
‘The Road Not Taken’
Emily Dickenson took a seat next to me
Telling me not to worry
Majority of her poems didn’t get published until she passed
I still can’t believe I’m here
My face has a look of being gassed
Gwendolyn Brooks told me
The key to being a great poet is relating to your readers
Kahlil Gibran explained to me the duty
That I had to inject politics into my writings
Dante Alighieri explained to me the three realms of the afterlife
W.B. Yeats said even in death
I could continue my “Vision”
Homer told me that life
Is an epic “Odyssey”
Then like a flash from a camera
White light is all I can see
I come back to life
Laying in a my bed
A cold sweat has over taken me
Wishing I could go back
Taken on be anxiety
Waiting to revisit the Dead Poet’s Society
poem
by
Steve 'Ideologikal' Logan
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