To the displeasure of my publisher, I've posted another poem of mine that was only to be published in my soon to be publication, since a lot of people responded so ... I was humbled. I've decided to do as you say: post another poem I've spent some time on, a poem where I "tried harder." Apparitions of a Dying Dream, it's on my page.
This is a message I left in my poem, The Death of Dawn, and I wrote a message for everyone who took the time to read that long ass poem:
All of you people, you're people, you're not a ghost behind a keyboard never known obscured by alias and anonymity, and that's why I write. For breathing, feeling, people who've taken to this sight as an island, some sort of Alexandria, and between the cracks so many of us fall into obscurity. The fact that I have not, that people seem to enjoy it, or lie about enjoying it just to make me feel better is just as touching, that's the only reason I haven't slipped through. You're the reason.
Given your positive response to a few of my lesser poems, poems I did not put much effort into at all, I thought you might enjoy reading a poem I've put real effort in. I usually don't publish my best work online and save them for my publications, but a friend has talked me into it and if you'd like to check it out, the title is The Death of Dawn. I figured you might like to see what I'm capable of when I try. It'd be my honor for your opinion on it.