Elucidating Questions

Is this a gift from “God”?

Knowing how to weave words together and make them speak

Is this why I suffer?

Do I suffer because it’s a gift?

If I ask myself what this is all I see are letters

ABC and so on and so forth just formed into different patterns they don’t accomplish anything

Sometimes I think I’ll be discovered some day when I’m long dead

Be like all those other poor poets who never saw a dime of their “gift” in their life time

Doesn’t that make it a cruel joke?

Working and working and putting all this together only

Only to never see the results

Rather than a gift from Apollo is it not a trick from Hermes?

Screaming communication into the void only to never hear anything back

And then centuries pass and everyone knows your name

It couldn’t be much more than a joke

Who could call this a gift from “God”?

Thousands of letters

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