It's Memories That Keep a Poet Alive
He carried
with him that
shaken boy anger.
He'd sink into silence
and slow - his - breaths. . .
and down and out--
wardly stare
at the blank page.
His pain
created songs
on his insides,
his heart chipped
from the internal
iron tears falling.
If his words
were exposed
to the light,
his shaker ...
would be shaken.
It's memories
that keep a
poet alive.
Copyright © Red Barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
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