A Poet

This one started out as a joke. I told a friend that I seem to take a saying and work around that in all my previous poems. He said, well make one from the saying, "I'm a poet and I don't know it" Well, at first I laughed and ignored that. As I went, t

A Poet
By
Steven “Screechawk k’Shaya” Marshall

Words scribbled across the page
Words that seem to have no age
They speak the words I cannot say
Screaming in my head as on the bed, I lay
With these words, I have no clue
What I should do, no clue what to do.
So I write these words and pray
That’ll get the message I try to say
You read my work and compliment my piece
Yet these words, they never cease.
So I wrote a new poem each day,
Saying the words I still can’t say.
I guess all these poems show it
I’m a poet, and I didn’t even know it.