Two Syllables (poem)

By Luke Labern

The real and the fake: how to separate?
Some call it a hobby, I call it home;
Multiple productions where my words roam.
Some can't get it up, whilst I concentrate

On originality, all day long.
Darkness falls, yet observations still spy
On every human emotion, low, high;
Anxious about rights, or what they've done wrong.

Two syllables, off-the-cuff, describe me:
Yet the impatient never awaken;
They think I'm talentless, but they're mistaken.
Blind to expression, I hope you agree.

Paper will run out, before my words do --
Every day I fight for a new subject,
Love and hate for the world, but mostly respect.
So to all who inspire me... Well, thank you.

A Poem,
Published 09 March 2012

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