Call of the Poet
Poets gather
in the dark
feed the light
off your pages spark
you antagonize your refection
so release your world on a page
cover it in blood and ink stains
trash your unacceptable
Burn the evidence
of naive thoughts
until there's only genius left
Before you close the curtain
on the uncertain
think of how far you've come
managing to dig out of this cave
now escape your shallow grave