wordsmith.

I thought I wanted

To be a Poet

Well, now I have

A collection of Words

Potentate

— Sultana

— — Paladin.

Impotent,

Dried up

Pruned.

Sovereign regret buried

In halcyon rage

Weaving depictions

Into metaphors devoid.

Harlequin

— Emissary

— — Slave.

I thought I accrued

A collection of Words

In my haste to succeed

I found a Poet

Who made me bleed.

Stardust

— Paramour

— — Conquistador.

Universal wanting

In tense persuading

Advocating forms

Some truth beyond.

As if I could live.