Higher Purpose

I don’t care if you like me

It doesn’t matter anymore

My life is all about my writing

I’ll make you like me with a poem

To live and die by a rhyme

Like words are trying to kill me

To be or not to be

A Shakespeare like crazy Willy

To be a poet's frightening

When I’m writing a poem

It’s like something is likely

Taking over my soul

For a moment in time

And although that moment’s thrilling

It's killing me inside

But I’ll survive it God-willingly

The reason that I

Put myself through this still is

I hope to craft a rhyme

That could strike a mind brilliant

Who could then be inspiring

To the next mind in the row

And before you know it

The whole entire world

Has finally found love