When the Poet Is a Stranger

A stranger amongst strangers when the poet is a stranger he become a danger of the future You were here; I was there Healing the world with prayers and lyrics Just another nightmare As the world shun another poet The Poets disappear; another forgotten poem Within each new poet there is a new idea The poesy, the artistry, blend within each hidden words Fade poems curl like a half moon. Fading, fading, gone too soon