>>weapon, zero, feared, produced, rage
I come from an army of many like me.
Faced many wars, we all continue to fight, each for a different reason.
I am a Poet.
My tongue is a weapon, as words amd similies all pour out in a metaphorical spout.
I speak of rage, love and betrayal,
The picture I leave is a feared portayal.
I am a poet.
A portrayal of man, who claim to be strong, I find the words to make them fall to their knees, I produced born again beings with the words that leave my mouth.
I am a Poet.
Long after I turn into bones and dust, may the metal structures around me turn into rust,
Another soldier will soon take my place leaving Zero room for mistakes.
we all belong to a nexus of everyday soldiers.
we are poets.
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