What is it that a poet fears?
Is it death as it nears?
Or an emptiness that never ends
A poet's life is full of torment
A thousand years but in a moment
All maybe lost before you know,
It's through loss that you grow
Those foolish words, full of wisdom
A complete tale of a distant kingdom
There's a king without a crown,
A tailor that made no gown
Fabrications of an imagination,
A senseless journey without direction
For each action, there's a reaction
For every word, a repercussion
There's either joy or confusion
It's warm & cold in a poet's world,
A deep emotion in every word
A hidden sadness in every smile
Contradictions you can't reconcile
And yet, it's not what a poet fears
Not even unrelenting sneers
A poet's song is his treasure
To mesmerise is her pleasure
A poet's fear is a silent mind,
To have no story to leave behind
Thanks for your time
-Constino.
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Rhymes AND Nonsense
PoesíaLife is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.
