A Poet Well Spent

A Poet Well Spent

A Poem by Draven

I am here to tell you I know not what to tell you.
I have no words for the things that I feel,
no sentences to explain such love or fear.
I love deeper that what I can describe,
and if I could, well, I have not the energy to do so.
I am a poet well spent, I'm afraid.
I cannot express a love of this level,
nor can I display the pain that I have felt along with it.
I cannot reveal the strength of my fear it'll happen again.
There is nothing left of it, nothing left of me.
I am simply a poet well spent.

© 2016 Draven

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Added on July 6, 2016
Last Updated on July 6, 2016



Mount Sterling, KY

Hi, I'm Draven. I'm a father, philosopher, artist, writer, poet, and musician. I have a passion for the world and a deep love of all people in it. These are pieces of poetry or bits of writing t.. more..

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