Why?
by me(whatever)
The poet I'm reading,
does not want to write,
does not want to speak,
does not know his words.
Yet he writes.
Why?
I contemplate the question in my brain.
Is it for money?
Pride?
Reassurance?
Love?
Duty?
No, no, I don't think that's it.
I don't think so, yet...
The question roams on.
Why?
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