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If I’ve grown cold

it is this world that has made me so

If I know better

it is my mother who told me so

If I don’t do it

it is my father who told me no

If I rise above it

it is my fears that have been let go

If I am stifled

It was the world wouldn’t let me grow

If I am a man

it was myself that I needed to show

If I am unsung

do I not still glow?

If you hear, but don’t heed

was it my fault that you did not know?

Was I to blame

when this world knocked you so low?

I tried to guide you,

but you wouldn’t hear me, so...

I am forced to attract you

with my rhythmic flow

With this web

I’ll catch and ne’er let you go

I am a Master

at this craft I reap and sow

Call me the artist

my words ebb and flow

Like the tides

with the moon I grow

Constant as the stars

to the heavens I glow

Until my flame dies

Cold, barren, then you’ll know

The Master, The Artist

The Pen, the Poet, I flow

True and Pure

Because my mother told me so...

Reviews

[Kenaz]

After line 16 is a completely different poem, I'm not sure they belong together. However, the first portion is a very good write and might be titled "If".