The Curse of Being a Poet
To see a beauty and misery
of the World
The conflict, the fall
and rising of a Man.
To Feel the urge
set Yourself on the fire
and put the whole struggle
into rhymes.
The joy of life
and sometimes senseless effort
when - the more You try
the less You can gain
the tenderness of love
the biterness of hate
the cry of tormented soul
and its pain.
To be wide awake
while You keep the power
and the fragile beauty
of your dreams.
When
To dream means
staying alive.
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