A Poet...For Keeps

For Keeps.

I am a poet
I ooze hurt from my pen
The even line of my mouth
crumples slightly then.

I am a poet
I visit your world
Power through your
head
Watch ideas
Unfurled.

I am a poet
I will carry the trace
Of each port I call upon
Traveller's embrace...

Hasty departures
Such strange deposits
I will live all my life
I swear
Wondering
Upon it.

There's a furtive person inside
Who seeks and she will
Find
The answers to all queries
Except the
What If kind.

I'm not a poet
I cannot metamorphose
If I explain the poetry
It may turn to prose.

Was it for protection
Was it to cause pain...
The questions will come back
Now
And again.

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