I am a poet

I am a poet, your spirit, your soul
who lies in the answers  
of questions untold
 
I live in reflections of foolish or wit
you see me in all,  
either simple or fit
 
I come for the feeling but stay for the charm
float with the happy  
and die with the harm
 
I'm desire or fantasy, sometimes I'm real
I bathe in each ocean
you cannot conceal
 
I'm thinking, releasing, caressing the fear
blood spilt out on parchment
I'm the one who still cares