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
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