Tears Of A poet...
the tears of a poet are not wettheir dripping letters waiting to set
upon yon paper
of a whispering vapor
I've seen them fall
as I recall
and not a pain was there
in its place was laughter and care
and no hurt I ever saw
but hidden inside
of all this pain
was joy and sadness
from the tears of a poet
whom somehow
had already fortold it
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.