Wednesday, 30 September 2015

The Poet

performance without an audience
written with a broken heart
words of love that may have gone
though never meant to part
gregarious in his nature
with a Hidden depth 
articulated feelings, from a soul inept
humility as a warning
sentences on a page
conceptual with the detail
affectation into rage
so scribe the written pasture
the beauty of the beast
place it on a page of hell
for whoever cares the least.





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