Incomplete

What am I
without poetry?
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A leaf
been loosed
from it's branch?
Flowing freely
and never able
to return home.
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A river
clogged up
by a dam?
Struggling hard
to pass through boundaries
and continue on its way.
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A body
separate
from its limbs?
Constantly moving muscles
that no longer
exist.
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A mind
shackled up
in its qualms?
Bathed in blackness
forever
wailing.
Forever
struggling
to get free.
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Without poetry
I would be
forever
incomplete.
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Forever
searching
for something
more.
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Something
very worth
fighting for.