When I am overwhelmed by defeats
to the art of words I do retreat
how I hide in the realms of poetry
for it is my last love and saviour

This is my last bastion of sanity
the place I come to lick my wounds
when all has been lost
poetry has been my sanctuary

Know now that this poet
the one writing these words
would love to be loved
yet his fears will not tell him how

So what does this sad lonely poet do
well, he writes and bleeds out his words
and what is left of his broken heart
not even the most hated could deserve


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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