Monday, December 31, 2012

The Poet's Death

Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his unraveling
His pen runs dry as words cease to fall
From his pressed lips

Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his undoing
His journal fades to a memory
Locked deep inside

Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his suppression
His thoughts turn silent
As his well runs dry

Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his flourishing
His life becomes extant
As warmth floods through his veins

Love, is the poet's death
That brings him to his knees
It silences his words
And opens his heart