The Pain of Poet

Poets are supposed to be

expressive and dangerous

Expressive for others

by endangering their lives

They weave words with ripped souls

and translate the bemused gospel of life

into a lucid and readable art

Not all the things they write

are as easy as they sound

Sometimes they have to visit places

they don't wish to

They have to reveal

long held musings on a paper

which once were chained

into the darkest dungeons

Sometimes they have to chase down

the memory of the night before,

the kind of memory you wish to forget

The art demands pain

But who knows better than a poet,

that some words are best left in vain