I Am Still Alive
Covered with dust are words
of expectation; like an ancient
warrior whose trust in his
sword that has failed to serve him,
so my words are covered
with dust for the lack of poetic
appreciation lost in a forum of opinion
has attempted to derail my trust in a pen.
I am still alive and I will survive
because I am still alive to pursue
my quest I am still alive to express
that which gives inspiration to
pick up my pen to begin again.
I am still alive.
Like Emerson's kernel of corn I will
till the soil and do my best to remove
the dust from my words of poetic verse
because they are my thoughts for me to
express despite the vitriol of public
opinion.
I am still alive to pen no matter if the
the words are covered with dust and
offend the elite, I will lay them at
your feet for you to remove the dust
which covers the words, and now I have
done my pen a service because I am still
alive.
Terrance Tracy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem