Where I am to Write

This is where I am to write,
I believe I am correct,
yes...
here..
before you,
with deafening words,
writen one letter at a time,
to form the screaming sounds,
of the betrayal and loneliness,
of bleeding hearts and barren nights,
that lead to blissful unions
and breathless embrace.


I am told this is where they come,
with tales of great men
and brave women,
who lived and cried,
fought and died,
for a long forgotten dream,
that only the poets remember.


Yes,
I am sure now,
this is where I write,
along the perimeter,
our place on the fringe,
far enough away
to ever hear us,
tapping out the future,
from a present
called the past.