The Poet
The secrets of men I must write with pen.
The poet must reveal humanity.
He must reveal their heart, and soul,the truth.
Darkness'secrets he must keep as watchman.
Suffer truly to know he must mankind,
and beautify his suffering of heart.
He likes the light to shine unchecked,
upon the poor who hope for heaven's peace,
where love delights in life and treasures truth.
where virtue truly valued is and truth,
hypocrisy impaled upon a stake.
Through night's dark roads he roams lost with phantoms,
with phantoms his only friends and faithful mates.
The words so wonderful are filled with fire.
Copyright © Victor Chavez | Year Posted 2013
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