A Poet Without a Soul
What impresses you to write those stanzas you write?
Emotional fires are supposed to ignite so bright a poet’s appetite!
All words and superficial emotions
Meaningless verbs causing devious commotion!
What guides your fingers across those keys?
Obviously from your poetry, you have a spiritual disease!
Even heartache can’t guide your finger tips
It’s called a “snake to backbite into the night on friendships
Let me help you ride ocean tides beyond the sunset
Your dying inside with so much regret!
Take my hand; I understand your drowning in the deep blue
I have a plan but it must remain between me and you
Take that warmest memory and hold it tight
It’s in your poetry, that hungry parasite!
Trapped in a maze by a spiritual smoke screen
Set those demons ablaze and add more gasoline
Your like tarnished diamond rings, rusted are your heartstrings
Your unable to see the beauty in spring, and you know it
You’ve tried just about everything but you’ve succumbed. Your now a soulless poet!
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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