Hugh's Ink well

The ink well
I think well, I have become quite distinct
Some dub me the observer, the seer, the eye
Though tis the ink well where my words fall
Hugh I cannot deny

The Ink's swell
appeal here as so many new poet's are aware
As rhyme chimes from so many creative bells
Why should I stay for I would but drown

Superficial am I
And so unreal, just to face the world
and it's treacherous cogs and wheels bake me
I've no place among authentic poets

for your suffering is real and mine is fake
Love to all of you