NO PLACE FOR POETS
There is no place for the poet...
We are all lost
In our last stages,
without having time
To leave a trail
Any ,
of our last memories... !
We are the new found
After more than a hundred years.
hence we belatedly conclude:
a poet has no place
within the depths
of eternal night,
when he dissolves
without being wanted...
There is a strange darkness
where new words
running around his head
they give him a tasteless kiss...
Then the poets fly
away sans any noise,
run away from this place they know
never belonged...
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2024
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