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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
