Analysis of The Poet And Me

A dream is a flight of fancy,
a whisper of none reality.

A dream is also a view of possibly.

My dreams are of poetry.

Upon a marrow,
I learned with such sorrow
that I was nothing without
a pen.

I am a shadow of the poet
I once dreamed of being.

Now my reflection shows my nudity
and struggle with such clarity,
it’s not hard to relate to me.

I write poetry,
I write struggle's,
I write emotions,
I write lyrics and dancing formats.
Sharing emotions that are
too heavy to manage
without the lifting of a pen.

I release my frustrations
through words of whispering dreams
(poetry).