The lonely profession

My days are spent in solitude as I deeply contemplate my choice of words and metaphors to make my poems great. My poems are like my children who I see before me grow. And when a poem is finished I am sad to let it go. But share my poems I'm compelled, for someone they might touch. To speak to people through my rhymes makes parting not so tough. My days are spent in solitude as I ponder on the notion: The way in which to verbalise my most silent emotions. And if one day I take my life - and end it in my prime - I’ll have no other choice it seems than to do it all in rhyme.