Poets Curse
The Poets Curse.
A poet sits alone somewhere,
it’s the middle of the night.
Longing just to find a way
to find the words to write.
Reaching out from deep within
to touch another’s life.
Like a mother touches babies,
or a husband his new wife.
Drawing from the times they’ve known
sharing good and bad.
Taking life experience
and love they one time had.
Putting thoughts in writing
their emotions take control.
Tear drops stain the paper
as the words pour from their soul.
Not seeking validation
for the things that they confess.
What one time was a gift
now a curse that they possess.
Taking others feelings
they give to them a voice.
What once was only killing time,
they no longer have a choice.
Driven from where they once were
to the place they want to be.
Driven from a place within
those in the world can’t see.
Still each time as they return
to reach into the night.
Longing just to find a way
to find the words to write.
Edwin C Hofert
12/2/2017
Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2017
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