I Am
I am my own Alice
seeking a non-existent
wonderland,
I am a butterfly
fluttering about in
a flowerless field,
I am a pen
deprived of
the badly needed ink,
I am a star
shining bright but
is slowly dying,
I am an ocean
bearing darkness and
monsters in its depths,
I am a restless poet whose pieces are interpreted and understood--only the pieces, not the poet.
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