Cursed to Live in PoetryA Poem by John McGraelfree verse, sort of a spoken word feelI... I am a poet! Cursed to live in poetry! Cursed to write out everything I am, So there is nothing left to live in me. My body! My body is worthless! For it is not where I live; I live in word after word, Line after line, Stanza after stanza, Rhyme after rhyme... Meticulously... passionately crafted, To form thought after thought. My thoughts! My dreams! My mind! All in snapshots for the world to see... I... I am a poet! Cursed to live in poetry! And though a poem... Can drive a man to love, And even drive the world to peace, And may inspire everyone, Of mankind's greatest deeds! A poem, A snapshot of... My thoughts, My dreams, My name! A poem cannot feel, Cannot breathe, Cannot grow, Cannot change! A poem cannot hug or be hugged! Kiss or be kissed! Love or be loved, As something more! and I... I want to feel, To breathe, To grow, To change! I want to hug, and be hugged! Kiss, and be kissed! I want to love, and be loved! As something more... Than snapshots of a fecund mind, That a lover merely reads... But alas, I am a poet, Cursed to live in poetry! © 2010 John McGraelAuthor's Note
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