there once was a Poet who
could describe what it means
to be a person,
who could capture in words
all the shades of human feelings,
who could liberate you
from your demons,
and ease your suffering
with a single parable,
who could explain the meaning of life,
so that you could find your own.
the Poet died alone,
on the street,
choked in his own vomit.
not a single word written down,
not a single word listened by
the passersby.
homeless,
ignorant,
mad,
and very much forgettable.
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and just as much forgotten by Dimitrios Kokkinos is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License