I WRITE

I write for those who never read me

Or if they do, they've never shown,

I raise my poems from my womb...

(Will they read them upon my tomb?)

I write for those who cannot fly,

(But have they ever, ever tried?)

I spread my words into their world

And each of them, they just deny.

I am the one who's "solitary"

But if they gave a second look,

They'd see what's written in my book...

(-But would they buy a dictionary?)

I write for those whose eyes are blind,

They're deaf and dumb, and cold and dry.

And even though they'll never listen,

I write, for otherwise, I'd die.