True poets
craft
language
elegantly
Words flow like satin
Caress the eyes
Sooth the soul
Waterfall rhymes
cascading kindly
across eager eyes
They elevate us all
with grace and style
True poets
are timeless
I on the other hand
scratch uneven
forgettable phrases
on sandpaper
Coarse verse bursts
Abrasive syntax
irritates the eyes
Abuses the ears
If you choose
to read me aloud
there is
no flow to be found
As I blast away
at my own
hypocrisies
picking the scabs
of comfortable fallacies
painful as they may be
My heart exposed
to the scrutiny
of all to see
Even the fears
of my poetic
inadequacies
you are reading here
I am not a true poet
I am just a blue collar guy
killing time
Desperately typing
and trying
to make sense somehow
before my battery dies
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