The Death of a Poet (revised)
By WindDancer J
“The Death of a Poet” She spent days and months writing The words that no one hears. Pouring out her heart and sometimes sharing her inner fears. But still no one reads the words That were written with care. The loneliness, the love of a man, The emptiness that she shares. Magazine, websites, newspaper, And anthology books. Where her words were written, Still one bothers to look. Many contests she enters hoping To win the greatest prize. An acknowledgement of her poems, So others would realize. That she spent days and months Sitting alone in a room. Never stopping to look up Or smell the flowers that bloom. To convey secret messages of love, Of loneliness and of moments. That she lived a loveless life, Here’s the death of an unknown poet.Only comments please! Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 01:45 PM PST 0 • 1
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