Poets Call

Before you the white and empty page It yearns for the message only you can give Listen to it's call 'Write upon me' Take this chance Whilst the eyes of the world gaze upon you The mind devouring, pulsating thoughts Poet, write your message Stain this pure papyrus page Leave your signature upon it's grain Again, the call resounds within your head 'Write upon me' You can not resist For this is your nature The curse of the poet A hand of inspiration You are one of the chosen few Write of blood and tears Write poet Write before it's too late The words fade And the message escapes For we all know too well It comes, it calls, but it won't wait How many times have you lost your words? You heard, you knew, but it never returned You learned, you listened, you remembered Until before you sits the written page Containing the message only you can give Whilst other's hear the call 'Write upon me' Whilst the eyes of the world await to see Poet, will you speak Will you answer? For this is thy call In this unrehearsed relay This race against time Poet, hold out your hand For I offer the baton to you