Strange
It is said by those who are
Strange,
that Hell...
Is the feeling of inspiration
with the inability to express it.
and Heaven...
From beginning to end
is the perfect poem
written in one stroke of a pen.
These are the ones we call
Strange!
Strange
are the those with ink in their veins.
Strange,
are the those who's fingertips are stained.
Strange,
are the those who can't sleep at night,
Strange,
is the passion that drives them to write.
Strange,
are the those who use language as a tool,
Strange,
are the those like myself,
who hated English, in school.
Strange,
are the those fired for writing on the job.
Lost their inspiration,
damn they got robbed.
Strange,
are the those now with time on their hands,
looking for a sympathetic listener
who understands.
Strange,
are the many things
that go unexplained.
Strange,
are the those who are called
poet by name.
Strange,
the only description
for those with words to sell.
For only with time,
do their stories prevail.
The romantic pictures they paint,
the epic adventures they tell.
Strange
is why they share
their raptures of heaven
or their exploits in hell.
Strange
is why
they take you with them,
wherever they dwell.
...
Strange
Copyright © Robert Kinard | Year Posted 2019
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