I shall continue to write ... WILL YOU READ? Will my words be remembered?

My heart does not run on poetry,
but beats in perfect meter;
and until it stops forever, I
shall continue to write.
My lungs know nothing of metaphors
or anything about rhyme;
until they fold upon themselves, I
shall continue to write.
My veins do not contain ink, but blood,
it's a poet's life I lead;
until it curdles, flows no more, I
shall continue to write.
My bones do not put words upon the page,
but my fingers hold the pen;
until they return back to dust, I
shall continue to write.

(c) 2007, Karla Dorman (4/23)