I am the poem
I am the poem never born
I am the letter someone’s torn
a path that no one walks along
a melody without a song.
I am a prayer that’s heard by none
I am a childless woman’s son
a string no hand has drawn up tight,
a fire that will not ignite
Leave me! Release me! Let me flee
from soul and body, rock and tree!
But nothing answers when i plead.
I am those things that don’t succeed.