The Eyes of a Poet
It is a dreadful burden to see
Life through the eyes of a poet
Rambling rivers become languorous heartbeats
Cloudless skies drawn as cerulean canvasses of god
Winter is now Summer’s slumber
Trees adorned in crimson and gold
A leaf forbidden to be mentioned
Age passing as endless regrets
Anger a fiery jab
Love an endless journey
Through the eyes of a poet
Life is an illusion of belief
A lair overflowing with undying drivel
The Poet comes to be a
Mysterious minstrel
A brooding lyricist
An ancient bard spinning voiceless quills
Through the eyes of this poet
I see you lying motionless
Time a forgotten companion
Your last breath forever abandoned
A ‘better place’ awaits
I can’t just say, you are
Dead
Through the eyes of a poet
A teardrop falls
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