A poem is designed
To be refined
By a single eye
Staring staring until they die
A poem is meant to struggle
In a word jumble
It can be used as rope
But never as the joke
It can be used to form a cape
But it can never escape
A poem is meant to be trapped
And eventually untapped
It's potential wrapped in rhyme
And a poem can never lie
No, they sit and wait
And never depreciate
Poems are mean to breathe
To be trapped, never leave
In your head while you sleep
In your tears when you weep
A poem is a child
Even when mild
A poem needs nurture
To have it's own future
A poet is meant to bleed
With every page they read
A poem is meant to lose sight
With every word they write
A poet that is blind
Is one with a clear mind
A poem that is a kid
Will always live
Saturday, December 9, 2017
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