COMMENT ME

Watch me, judge me, improve me -what you say I do not care. Alert me this poems existence-someone is aware. Does it provoke a question? Inspire, revolt thus far- Even if it only shows you how bad net poems are. Let me influence a life, you need not hear what I say. Just comment me-dear god comment me, Before faith does drift away. I registered this morning, impulsive?-Oh indeed! I planted a poem As if it were a seed. I ask you give it light, nutrients, air or water. Else all you do is leave young hope out to slaughter. Even if you hate this, comment all the same, Nothing to say? Just tell me your name. Verify that someone, has even seen this text every second unread leaves me greatly vexed. The beauty of the net? It's forever live; it has no "low time", so let my poem thrive. Nourish it with questions, water with critique, Just comment me god dammit, It's the only thing I seek.