A Poet’s Lament

I have spent life being the quiet one,
like a dry sponge soaking up the rain.
Now, with each and every word I write,
I find myself losing the wisdom which
I struggled ever so valiantly to gain.
What lies before you is my swan song,
comprising everything I have to give.
So please, drink of me—yes, use me up—
listen intently to every single syllable.
Perhaps my silence is not such a waste
if through my words you find strength—
a reason to speak louder than the rain,
strength to stop listening and finally live.

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