We Poets

This smiting of words is a dangerous line ... shortening lives... compressing them. From books to poems time and again just random lines. To live a life is hard enough, but to write it down, takes a compensation. Laying emotions out for all to see ... anonymous form of therapy. Oft time leads one to withdraw, become depressed in all the places where words are strongest. Write to get better, too late to discover. Seals our fate ... futile and desolate... Lay down your pen time and again learn to live in this world... We are in it the same... Do not condemn the fellows for work done well. The time will come when your soul will see prejudgice... copyright 2001 acb