Poet, a Tormented Soul

World-weary, war-torn, weather-beaten A poet is but a beleaguered soul, A hopeless wanderer, a rootless wayfarer Misunderstood often Misinterpreted, ridiculed Scorned by his lady luck Spurned by his muse, Wizard of imagination reigning over a fantasy land, He’s of a ragged spirit striving to shape an ideal world, A Spartan without a spear A warrior without a weapon Yet equipped to inflict a fatal wound, Never home when opportunity comes aknocking, No stranger to passion Yet true love eludes him— Perennially lovelorn Forever forlorn! That’s all there’s in store for you if you decide to be a poet. ~10/07/22 ~A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest. ~Contest: X'd Second Chance Poetry ~Sponsor: Constance La France.