Pariah
Hah! - "poet" the words still echo... Ridiculed. Outcast. Pitiless Pariah crawling on my knees, beating my breast, moaning "mea culpa". The crowd would love that- a spectacle. ( or if not love, tolerate.) But no, instead I'll climb to the highest pinnacle and cry, Freedom! Waving the banner, the flag that is my poetry proud, defiant. Not loved, not even tolerated.
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azure warrior
I have been writing poetry since my late teens. My usual topics are: society and politics, introspection, spirituality, nature and relationships. I have achieved some modest publishing successess, including 3 chapbooks and 3 books. Among the writers...
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