Why I write “Poem”

Every morning I ask myself why do I have the need to write?

Why do I have to write a poem in order to sleep?

A year ago I hated poetry like plato as a wasteful Thorough affair

What happens? Then I inquire creeping into my soul

Have You found your passions, goals, ambitions and purpose of life?

Are you a portrait of an artist ask not but dwell deep into yourself

Your expression of life itself is highest aspiration and divine

Oh how I read and write poetry like possessed by the spirit of Alexander the great to conquer all that exists into words

I write because I exist. I write as not to die of living or as living soul may not die

In order to die you must be reborn again

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