I WRITE

 I Write

I write because I must.

I write about things that no one wants to read, and
no one wants to hear.

I write because the words keep coming, stories
I wish to tell, give purpose to my coming, and going, 
destiny might tell.

So many, such as me, have come and gone, 

some  eulogized in song, but of these mortals, with

deeds outstanding, no history carries on, 

just tales that with time, 

forgotten.

So, I write about concerns of life and death, 

and things between real and myth, and 

as for my story, 

read between the lines, 

I was here, 

my price paid with words, and 

now I creep towards an ending, 

with hope, 

one day be heard.