I Am A Poet, That Poet
I am a poet, that poet–
Here come the boats to row,
Row down these terrifying waters,
Trailed by calls of a crow
As we drift off farther and farther
I am a poet, that poet–
Life is not a gentle stream,
But rather a fierce ocean,
If you are not prepared for it
Then you are headed to nothing but problems!
I am a poet, that poet–
The crow continues to call,
As you almost stumble and fall,
Perhaps it was not meant for your life to be so tall,
Yet I can’t accept that you’ve lost
After all that you’ve fought.
I am a poet, that poet–
Here comes the rain
That seems to calm your pain,
The pounding sounds seeming to call your name.
Lo! Do not falter!
Indeed this life is not something you can alter,
Yet I can’t accept that you’ve lost
After all that you’ve fought.
Here in the rain,
Where we used to train,
Where we recited poetry to one another,
Now I only see you stumble and falter.
“Are you okay?”
Sheepishly you say yes in nothing but dismay,
“Why must you lie?”
You stay silent.
Yet I know, ’tis but how it is in your life
And the room keeps silent.
“Are you afraid?”
You nod your head in dismay,
You say you are okay,
Yet you have gone astray.
Your boat is wrought with holes
Your clothes have many folds.
I am a poet, that poet–
Here keep the rains, raining for 12 months
Ever since you’ve lost
I’ve thought about losing my tough.
Ain’t that, right?
That you have nothing left for this fight?
That you’ve shown all your might?
How dare you!
How dare you say that you can’t renew?!
Already giving up?
Have you lost this much tough?
Your stream still has a long way,
Yet you are too caught up in your dismay,
That you’ve lost your okay.
I am a poet, that poet–
That time when I saw you on that fateful day,
Your body hanging from the ceiling,
I knew that this land was not okay,
That you have gone too far astray,
But I was wrought with too many feelings.
To see you in that way,
When I’ve known you for so long
Yet you chose to leave this way
And even if I wanted to, for that I could not mock.
I am a poet, that poet–
As others sleep peacefully,
You take away my sleep.
As others continued blissfully,
I can’t even brush my teeth.
You could not handle your pain
Now I feel what you’ve felt.
Your cries at what you’ve failed,
How I wonder how you’ve dealt.
I am a poet, that poet–
I realize that this world is wrong
That not many are as strong
I cry for my mom
There is nothing that could be done,
I simply must move on.
Yet I simply could not accept that you’ve lost,
After all, you’ve fought.
No one said this life would be easy,
Many of us simply are not ready,
It’s hard to keep our boats steady,
Sometimes we get too tired to row,
Yet the calls keep coming from the crow,
We have no choice but to keep going
Ever so knowing
That one day the crow will catch up.
Then all that we’ve worked for would be done.
I am a poet, that poet–
“Everything they say is correct”
Is what you say as you let their lies get to your head…
Like a needle in a thread,
Your life is straight ahead
Yet you decide to take it instead.
I am a poet, that poet–
Writing down your stories,
To keep you living,
But you are just a memory,
Living rent-free in my head.
I am a poet…
Yet I was not prepared for your death…
I continue to write rhymes,
About all the fun times,
But after all that I’ve read,
Never was I prepared for your death.
I am a poet, that poet.
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