A Poet Forgotten


I got lost among the muses,
Their format,
and their formal ways.

I became a writer to their wordplay,
a muse among the musing.

I became a poetic vein,
a bleeder of a poetic format.

I the forgotten,
the rotten,
and a visual of my formal educated ways.

I then lost my will, to write.
I became a poet forgotten.

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