Why do I write?

Let’s face it,
no one’s much interested
in poetry anymore:
it’s dead and buried
and reincarnated
in popular songs.

So why do I write?
Why the hell do I create the work
that nobody sees but me?

Because it is my release,
my challenge and my joy;
and for me there are no
other reasons to
do this creative thing
I do but those.

For me alone these
poems exist in time,
and with my death
these poems will also die.