Como la nada

Poetry is dead

That is why I write my poem

To be heard by none, heralded as a god

By none

 

My voice nonexistant, my words meaningless

I love you, no response.

That is why I write my poem

That you may never know 

 

Is this poetry?

It is nothing, and that is everything

This poem is about: 
My family

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