oh great poets
why does pain
glimmer behind my eyes?
why does love
escape my every thought?
why canβt the poems
of those from long ago
offer me advice:
tranquility in words?
why canβt i find a way
to make my brain
go silent, the way
itβs described in books?
great poets of
the past,
aid me in life
and every thought,
show me a way
in which to live my life
outside the sight
of the men who wish
to harm me,
to live my life
outside the sight
of women who wish
to kill me.
oh great poets,
save me from
this unpoetic
world
Comments 0
Loading...