Am I just wasting my time?
Sitting here, immersed in rhyme

Reading others thoughts
And innermost minds

All penned with a purpose,
Dying to come alive

Yet with every word
That flashes before my eyes
I sense and perceive more of the divine

...

I witness others hearts breaking
And mending with time

I feel all their pain
'Cause it resonates with mine

I grow and enlarge thru poetic royalty's scribes.
Lyrical emeralds & diamonds,
Immaculately shined.

Yet all of these written treasures
Are ultimately set aside

Their purpose misunderstood...
Their worth belied.

…

So again I inquire,
Of enlightened minds

Am I just sitting here,
Wasting my time?

- DL Martin

The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood. - Jean Cocteau