The Poet

A poet puts his pen to paper hoping something real will happen. Nothing ever does just scribbles on a page.Feelings never conveyed. So the page fills up with lies and bits of truth, neither which are distinguishable. But the poet continues writing about what we should and shouldn't do. he loses himself in his lies and suddenly he finds that his truths are just the ghost of his lies, all that was written was all very true. So the scribbles become a sonnet and the poet knows he's through.