A Poets Time

From out of the shadows- On dark and dreary nights, There comes such a bright light... It's that time-For those who write. Where, with pen in hand, they ignite ! These Poets, so mad, yet grand-- That only a few, can truly understand. Ones with heavy woes, somehow, find a spark; Others with weary hearts, vow to leave a mark. With so much to do, Time is at hand... Painting their entire life in words-- Which too often, sadly go unheard. Matters of the heart, Dreams torn apart; Becomes so clear, Filled with fear, Loosing their minds. Shattered souls, unruly and out of control... Wanting to share their mere lines. T'is it a crime ? Needing to feel not left out-nor so sublime. Without a doubt, Seeking Poetic Haven; Always craving, Much like Poe, and his great Raven. A Poet's Time--Filled with rhyme.