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!