The Imagination

I see a new world

I am the blood of this body that I have come to call poetry.
Yet sometimes has no answers, but I want to be the cancer...
That spreads through the body like a beat does for an artist or dancer.
I want to spread beyond a bit with my words to impact all.
Like cancer does to the cells to have everyone thanks to these words feeling it hopefully can be for someone a call.
Like the lighting to some that is frighting.
To have people wondering and saying that these words are so exciting...
To help them like poems in this body known as poetry help me.
To have them wonder like when the skies shake and rumble from the thunder.
To be an inspiration to make others stronger.
Though I wish the words never feed their hunger so they can come back for more. We all make up this body known as poetry spreading it through different parts of the nation.
I guess in the end... This reality sometime can be my imagination.

Author's Note

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