Am I Really A Poet?

Am I really a poet?

With the way I play with word,

Pick them up just to leave them

Never committing with the verse.

Might I use words only to my favor,

Might my blood be made of ink?

If I bleed will there be poems

Flowing out of me?

My inspiration dry and soaked,

Don't know what to be,

To live with full blown passion

and set all other things free?

Filled with questions

The marks just plague my mind

If I don't think for myself

I know it's not truly mine.

Mine, mine, mine

What do I really possess?

Pen, maybe paper

And a heart that wont commit.

For my mind goes to all places

And takes with it passion

That to one thing I can't pin.

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