The Poet Dreams

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Found another one. Not sure if i've posted

Submitted: July 14, 2018

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03/03/18

 

The poet dreams of days of old.

At times he screams inside his head so cold.

It's full of cobwebs, creaking doors, and mold.

He hopes for inspired words to flow

Out his mouth and into the world

Instead of them lingering or wandering

Solemnly about

In his mind inside a

Forgotten house.

 

The poet hangs his head and cries

For the broken world of present and future.

For souls to come

That shall be born only to die soon after

They see the deceiving light of the world.

A hope short-lived

As they become numb without laughter.

 

Yet here the poet still stands, somehow,

Despite the odds

On this cursed spinning sphere

Daring to sit silently still in fervent prayer.

And amidst the chaos and peril

He sails a quiet sail

In beauty, humility,

 In strength and power.

Time

 it continues in a stream of fluidity;

A rhythm unbroken

Ticking towards the final hour.

 

Amidst the sea the sailing poet whispers,

"Awaken, awaken you dry bones down under,"

And some they arise and follow on after.

 

Unwilling still,

Some they sink,

Further down

Further

Forever.


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