He Lives Through Free Verse.

A poet sat wondering
If he was a poet
Had any of his words
Reached someone
Anyone
He sat there
On that dark
Dank doorstep
For days
Until he had an epiphany
An epiphany
That took all day

It didn’t matter if his words
Were ever read
What mattered
Was that he was able to
Release his words
To help chase
His demons away

Now his words
Are available
For the world to see
On the chance
That perhaps
Maybe
One day
His poetry will
Help chase away
Someone else’s demons
To show the world
That while you write alone
There will always be someone
To relate to
All you have to do
Is look

By Ashley Houston

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