To The Reader
Using sharp words, cutting thoughts, a heavy toll,
In bleeding ink, I carve out a piece of my soul.
I put it all on the line as I cast it free,
Into the endless sea of humanity.
The current of emotions
draws you near with the tide,
Using my soul as bait and a wave of words to guide.
I wait with anticipation, for a nibble, a hopeful start,
A bite from someone with a poetic heart.
I reel you in; you barely struggle—my catch is near.
Trapped in a net of stanzas, I sense your fear.
Gasping for air, I caught you fair, my prize—
Yet sadness lingers, reflected in your eyes.
Bulging eyes—my words lured you in,
uncovering pain,
Caught unaware by beauty wrapped in my refrain.
My lines, a net baited with fragments of my soul,
Captured emotions that wounded you whole.
We connect through shared pain;
and compassion takes hold.
A poet’s act: to mend what was broken, to console.
Mercy whispers—release will let your heart heal,
So I set you free, though the pain we share is real.
Fishing in this sea of feelings, vast and deep,
I give my soul, but your own is yours to keep.
With kindness, I release you to swim and to be,
Until we meet again in life’s poetic sea.
WoPoLi 
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