November 6, 2017
A poet’s pain does remain
thru their emotion’s
they have slain.
The word’s thrown down,
twisted in sprain.
There they lay , in the poet’s pain.
The poet’s pain…
cannot reclaim , from the brain,
the words that lay before them.
There…they must remain.
The poet feels a little lame,
as he takes his seat…
on the poet’s train.
An unwritten rhyme …
cannot be reigned.
or it could never be the same.
Swirling around… within the poet’s frame.
A poet sometimes,
cannot refrain …
from dragging the weight of the poet’s chain.
As the words go…
….go down in flames,
there fall the tears in the poet’s pain.

