The curse of the lonesome poet

It's the curse of the lonely poet

can’t get out of the place to which he fled

stuck inside his head

the screams he can no longer shout

barely resonate

bouncing from blank slate walls of hate

like a black hole of self-doubt

 

The curse of the lonely poet

destined to live

in the space in between the ears

a grey matter maze

of frustration anger and tears

of love lost, found, then lost again

a never-ending cycle of pain

 

The curse of the lonely poet

spare his heart the agony

of a slow break

it is too much for this old man to take

he writes his words to all

who will hear?

would anyone call

if he was the one to fall

 

The curse of the lonely poet

to walk the long path through

forests and storms

across mountains and chasms

to sail the vast oceans

to swim in rivers and lakes

dragged along on the fluid emotions

 

The curse of the lonesome poet

to walk this lonely planet

always in search

of that one special soul

the one that will make him whole

give his words meaning

start his heart beating

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.