The “Mys” of demise.
As such, any demise I have had or potentially have, has my actions in it.
And I am a former poet.
I still may be a poet but I don’t care either way anymore about the moniker.
Perhaps I should?
My demise as a writer is partially self-inflicted.
I can display poetic prowess. I could write philosophy.
But it might be considered revolutionary.
I ain’t really revolutionary.
God made all and I am just supposed to play by His rules.
And I don’t believe in a son of Man.
I believe in God.
I am made in His image.
But so are you.