Why poets are overcome by the need
To scatter words across the universe
Many wind-blown seeds.
To splash their sadness on paper
Paint black their rage,
A sea of raw emotion
Where melancholy rules as queen
I often wonder
If they ever desire to escape
From the fantasy worlds
Sometimes willingly created.
Relaying their loves, dreams, and trysts,
Oblivious to the reality
That in truth they don't exist
They are after all only a projection of light in the dark
Simple words of the poet.
The artist of thought.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Tammy M Darby 2/3/2016