Here
lies a poet
unknown,
Who walks alone.
On a pale Street,
Filled with
Forgotten faces.
Dreams shattered,
Fame not attained
Trumpet sounds,
While Angel sings.
May his soul
rest in peace.
© Xavier Frazer
"X" Marks The Spot 
Thanks for stopping by The Expositrix!
Very eerie, that uncarved headstone– and with flowers pre-placed, it seems. You’ve provided a fitting epitaph…
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Your welcome
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Do you collaborate with other poets?
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Yeah I do sometimes
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I saw your work and if you’re interested I’m down. That’s if you think we could be a good fit of course lol.
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Lol, we will never know until we try right. Besides where your from? What mediums do you use for communication?
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Just sent you a msg on FB.
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Cool
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I love the flow, moves right along. Great work.
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I am humbled by your comment
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Hi, I really like ‘Epitaph.’ As a struggling writer I can only too easily identify with this!
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I am humbled that you like it. Word of advice though before you make an attempt to write a piece, ask yourself what is it you want from this piece and what message you want to convey? After you have answered the questions focus on nothing else but the piece and then you would create something superb. I was once and still struggling like you. So that advice that I gave to you was given to me by my very good friend.
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