All My Poems Rage In Me

ALL MY POEMS RAGE IN ME

All my poems rage in me,
Written and unwritten
But now I only write this one down
As if it in this moment
Stands for all of them.

Oh God what would I be
Without the poems
And what I am really
With them?

The day has been so long
And the twilight has come
And silence is all around me
And the Poems continue to rage
As if I never lived
And they too
Only will die.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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