Silent Poet

“ SILENT POET ENCLOSED RHYME “ PEN DANCED ACROSS WAITING PAPER, WORDS FLOWED SMOOTHLY AS FINE WINE EVERY DETAIL MAGNIFIED, SO CAREFULLY THOUGHT OUT AS IF HE FOUND A SECRET, THE WORLD COULD NOT LIVE WITHOUT LIKE A SCRIPTURE CARVED IN SOLID STONE, UNTIL THE END OF TIME HE SPENT ALL HIS TIME WRITING ALONE, HARDLY HAD A FRIEND THE DAYS WERE ALL THE SAME, HE RARELY SAW THE SUN WHEN A POEM WAS FINISHED, ANOTHER JUST BEGUN TALKED ONLY TO HIMSELF, IN WEIGHTED WORDS HE COULD DEPEND YEARS FLEW BY TOO QUICKLY, HIS WORK STACKED ON A SHELF FATE GREETED HIM WITH DIGNITY, A WARMING IN HIS CHEST A SMILE FOUND HIS WRINKLED FACE, HE HAD GIVEN LIFE HIS BEST A LIFETIME WORTH OF WORDS, NEVER READ BY ANYONE ELSE HE PONDEREDED FOR A MOMENT, LAYED DOWN HIS TRUSTY PEN STARING AT THE NOTEBOOK, FEELING ITS LAST WORD LIKE SO MANY OTHERS, NEVER TO BE HEARD HE WOULDN’T NEED IT ANYMORE, HE’D NEVER WRITE AGAIN