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 