Self-Styled

There is no achievement
in the career of a faceless
poet. He is a poet
only in his own eyes,
clouded with wishes.
.
Each poem is merely a boast
consuming precious time
that could better be filled
with silence. Each book
crushed on the shelf
steals space from things
that really matter.
.
What would people think
if you didnt love me?
How real is love
like that ?