Though I will die then turn to dust
my human form will be no longer.
Yet with each poem I feel I must
create Emotions which grow stronger.
Though I will die and cannot ask,
"Do you like the words I've written?"
No matter though for it is a poets task
to touch the heart of one who has been Smitten.
Though I will die and cannot partake
in someone's lonley celebrations
they may read my poetry of Heartache
and feel to them its Dedication.
Though I will die, cease to persist
in my steady poetry's creation
if another poet is inspired by this
it will add to my Elation.
Author notes
I wrote this poem because I was insprired by a stanza in the poem: Writer's Cross - http://sharepoetry.com/poem/29178 - which was written by Enoq who was inspired by my poem: The Poetic Sea - http://sharepoetry.com/poem/28444 - which is a poem about writers being inspired by other writers. Thank you, Enoq for the inspiration.
BKB
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