PLEASE NOTE: The original writer of this poem is Sasha Hayles.
Poets meet here. Where the mind and soul connect To telepathically spew about the metaphors Similes And verses Of words unsaid About those spiritual genius And poetic fiends Who's tongue drips lyrical acid Onto us, to burn into our chest And relieve us Of words unsaid.
Poets met here. And their life line that tethered them to the coast Of their sanity's sanctuary Were frayed at the edges And broken when they were caught up In the rapture of Gluttonous Overly simplistic And iconoclastic mentality That closed mouths never moved forward...