The poet bleeds for you through words on the page
They scream for you through spoken words
Their joy and agony ring through your ears
And flood your mind
The images they paint are many in variation
At the mercy of your interpretation
A cry for help, a roar of victory
I view on the world, or a chance for pity
The poet connects with you with shared experiences
Like the sun emitting its rays to the earth.
They want to be heard in the crowd
They want to be seen in the shadow
You may be inspired, you may enlightened
Offended, discouraged, and even frightened
To knock down barriers, and walls that surround
The Naked Poet is unbound
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
