Never trust a poet

As the sun rises
Their minds go places
You’d face demons
Of past and present
You’d hear whispers
Of dreads and dreams
As those are their muses

Never trust the poet

Even after the sun sets
They prepare for battles
A feat unlike anything else
For a poet never rests
Their minds go places

Never trust the poet

For they’ll get you,
Your eyes will open
Your heart will break
Your soul will fall
Harder than before,

Before you even met a poet.

Completed this short piece from a writing prompt: Never trust a poet

This is one of my ways of getting back to writing.

Yakapin