~POET~

So few understand the artist,
cannot grasp the scope of emotion,
not able to feel what we do,
not feeling the connection,
when the pen hits the paper,

some see poems as just a list,
in reality its words in motion,
outlets for emotion caged in our mind's zoo,
showing through our words a soul in deep reflection,
tearing away the cover with a verbal scraper,

there are those that understand our ways,
these we hold dear for thier acceptance is rare,
ones who can see the meaning behind the words,
hearing from these makes it more enjoyable,
the struggle of our mind's eye,

for these we bridge the gap wether it be miles or kays,
tapping the intelligence of a being who is truly THERE,
fighting the battle of thoughts with oral swords,
through them our art is undestroyable,
for thier understanding I feel my heart cry.



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