A Poets Words

I cry silent tears

That bleed all my fears

Demons suppressed on me for all these years

Emotional enigma that escalates like stairs

And heart remains sound as a sleeping bear

Until upon his lair

Disrupt his slumber u dare

Like cracking a hollow heart, no residue just air,

Cold, slick like ice

Black abyss like night

And like a knight I keep my armor tight

Shield any sword from those wielding drunk from the gourd

My weapon a loose ink pen knocked a loose

The words I dare speak those punishable by noose

So who art thou dare hold my tongue!?

They aren’t no different then those pointing with a gun

As I look toward my sun and knowing shoot now

Bury me later, and enrich me into the earth with your plow A mind of a poet is golden ever flowing

For ever a human mind will seek to be all knowing

A writers pain will never be for the showing

Yet an ingenious prerogative to the world is their bestowing

So My physical being is no more …but look up…and see I’m glowing.

Definition Of Nice

Tyrone Alcorn