A Poet that was hidden away
At least that is what people say
History has that the Poet would often regularly write
But so far up to date, no one has heard or seen the Poet in sight
The Poet’s words always took away the writing fear
There was sincerity for all readers near
It seems to have become a Poet’s no preserver
Where does one look with a concern for a Poet’s whereabouts?
One could always shout
But what is the Poet was kidnapped, but then again, everyone would be talking about
It is not a missing person bout
Inspiration loss
It feels like a wavy storm being a toss
But all is not lost
We are Poets and our words can find the missing Poet
Our words echoes out
Somewhere out there the Poet wants to write being his escape
Our mission is to write being our search
How about that?
A miracle took place
The Poet has been found
In the Poet’s own words, “I was able to escape, and write the way I always have
Mission being the whole time was determination
A Poet’s wish became a conquest
Poet didn’t take anything being less
The Poet being the witness telling his own confess
Being a Poet, the Poet just knows how to pass the writing test.