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

Comments

shelled girl420

wow..i can relate...i mean i thought i lost it then i did  one and was like your poem said ...the call of a poet is powerful....

ps. can you check out my poem...

Blood_Rainicorn

Thanks so much for the feedback. I'd lie glad to check out your poem. Can I get a link?

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