The Life Of A Poet
A Poem About Poets
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1 min readFeb 22, 2020
What would he talk when his hands
are manacled behind his back?
How would he breathe when
the flower withers within him?
His naked soul shrieks
in the middle of a crowd
The pot is bone-dry outward holding
the wetness of his tears at the core
Will his buried agony speak
volumes of words, or
will it scream in silence?
Will the universe understand his pain
and embrace him in its warmth, or
will the world laugh behind his back?
In an ocean filled with unseen tides
of fears and self-doubts, a poet
dives with his untold story
making himself vulnerable to
feed the dolphins and the sharks
©Anitha Sankaran 2020
In response to the Quote Prompt №8: by Samantha Lazar —
