Words Must Have Their Moment
I think that after all the words are said
there will be nothing left inside the head
except the deadened space of life’s vacuum
smoke from an un-damped fires ash filled plume.
The muse in full restraints is led away
Its once enlightened fingers led astray
unguided as they drift on whimsy’s wont
a parched and broken wordless dried up fount.
And yet within the darkness of such dread
a longing for the words is slowly bred
seeps into the stones of crumbling wealth
enters the vacant minds with muse-like stealth.
For words must have their moment, must be said
to honor those who found their voice and led.
John G. Lawless
©12/4/2022
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.
