Poets Curse

The Poets Curse. A poet sits alone somewhere, it’s the middle of the night. Longing just to find a way to find the words to write. Reaching out from deep within to touch another’s life. Like a mother touches babies, or a husband his new wife. Drawing from the times they’ve known sharing good and bad. Taking life experience and love they one time had. Putting thoughts in writing their emotions take control. Tear drops stain the paper as the words pour from their soul. Not seeking validation for the things that they confess. What one time was a gift now a curse that they possess. Taking others feelings they give to them a voice. What once was only killing time, they no longer have a choice. Driven from where they once were to the place they want to be. Driven from a place within those in the world can’t see. Still each time as they return to reach into the night. Longing just to find a way to find the words to write. Edwin C Hofert 12/2/2017