There are times
when I want
to talk to someone
about poetry
but there is
no one around
No one to talk to
about the best metaphor
or about the right words
to express how I feel
I am all alone in this
Whenever I mention
about the written word,
I see a subtle smirk
on their faces and
that hurts so much
for someone who has
given his all
for the craft
It is a lot worse
than being stripped off
of all your clothing
It is being stripped off
of your very soul