What if nobody looks? What if they do?
What if nobody likes the words that I use.
What if others are better, or I can't relate?
What if I'm doomed to fail and I'll never be great?
What if my words have impact on nothing but me?
What if I die and my poems fall in to the sea?
What if I didn't share anything? What if I hid?
What if I climbed in to a box and pulled down the lid?
What if I did that myself, grabbed years worth of work,
Put it into a crate and filled it with dirt,
Took it up to a cliff overhanging the void
And hauled it on out to be wrecked and destroyed?
Would anyone care? I like to think so.
I'd like to think some one would notice and know.
I suppose I'm conceited. Maybe I'm shit.
Oh my word, what if somebody notices it?
If you're interested, I'm currently posting the first 20 stanzas from part one of my epic poem. Stanzas 1-8 have been posted yesterday and today. Check out stanzas 9-12 tomorrow and 4 more on both Sunday and Monday. Click on the Udulo's Rise tab above and get reading :D
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