A Poet expresses himself through words, he doesn’t harm others.
His heart arouses his mind and by that, he could write for hours.
A Poet feels lonely most of the time, then his majesty arises.
He recreates the world, adds more color and it’s full of surprises.
But there are times that a Poet can’t think to resist his mind,
there his thoughts are taking over, his worn out eyes go blind.
Limitless sleepless nights, trying to escape the harsh reality
Fear, anger, and loneliness are decreasing his vitality.
A Poet is not led by his knowledge, but by his rare soul
and there are times of disagreement when he gets out of control.
It’s hard for us to understand what a poet wants to say, express
because he speaks from his heart, he is not mind obsessed.
Every poem has a story and every story has another story to tell.
Believe it or not, you are yourself a Poet, you have a soul as well.
Let your poetic self give you hope, become curious.
Take your mask off, open yourself up, don't be delirious.
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