i am not a poet by Kole Kealey

One Poem Only · Oct 3, 2025 · 3m

i am not a poet

Kole Kealey

i touched rock bottom before i ever touched a

pen, so do not call me a poet

call me your mother tongue,

burning the back of your throat making your

blood boil, a taste you can’t quite name but

rhymes with copper and death, with misery and

despair, the taste of childhood meant for

someone else, one you didn’t experience but

through the rose-colored lenses of your broken

heart tethered to a string being dragged through

busted up concrete, through fragments of broken

glass and shattered dreams

call me salvation

on a Sunday morning when your words no

longer have…