Sonnet On, We Poets and Our Poetry

Sonnet On, We Poets And Our Poetry Poets, if they say they are alright are just lying for far too oft we write just to keep from crying. Crying in sorrow for this dark, red-bleeding world whose banner is tragedy, flying high, unfurled! And why not, are not our thoughts worthy to be read should we remain silent, ignore evil instead? Nay! Poetry also must send messages clear we write, bowing to no man and face our great fear! Last night, black-shadows woke me to torment my soul defeat my spirit, destroy poet's heart their goal! Nay! Such darkness shall never win, never succeed for ink fills my veins, I shall write until I bleed! Poets, we are far more than just blind, scampering mice Need one say much more or repeat this poem thrice? Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2018 Sonnet, (Why We Write)