Lyrical Failure

My poetry is who I am
Everything I feel
Everything that haunts my mind
All that's feared or real

Some will find it trite or lacking
Some will see the heart
One may come to understand
What others rip apart

I will not match dear Baudelaire
Or linger here like Poe
But every word I save in ink
Is true to all I know

Cliche here and rhyming there
Platitudes of life's demise
Workings of the inner spirit
Judged by vacant eyes