Poetry In Poetry a Duet of Lonely Blues

Poetry Is not the poem Is not the poet Is the observations Is the emotions Is the diversity. entwined Opposing views always sought Is the love Is the hate Is the sadness Of losing to fate Is the laughter Of a child’s dreams Is the love That is sometimes unseen Except by the poet Who in his lonely sadness sees The beauty of all That surrounds the depression in he In Poetry I died Long ago My heart something broke I became cold I cried For childhood days gone by I died A million ways Now I write From down below Where darkness is the sea That I sail in eternity Of in the distance I heard the notes of a symphony So now as I sleep A thousand deaths I hope For that one musical note To wake me up Heart and soul