Poet's Confinement
The poet’s heart so solitary
Never to be understood
It bleeds with ink, fluidity
Releasing as it should
Others can not grasp the beat
Nor, can they tame the pace
Reacting as if faced with fear
Yet, not wanting it replaced
For in the heart there lies the truth
The poet’s artistic way
A quality so loved by all
Understood? No, not today.
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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