Free the poets

Lay down souls full of holes
raw and unrefined
wiping conscience with our thoughts
clean and well defined.
Behind rough masks the joker basks
hiding hilarity
riding the waves of chaos
to seas of tranquility.

Fly high with the angels
delve the depths of hell
Into the realm of poets
I came, I saw, I fell.
Imprisoned souls inside us all
are dying to be free.
Yearning to escape one day
to change reality.

D.HInson

Reviews

[Jenny Nelson]

Wow. This is a perfect and wonderful depiction of poets and poetry. Excellent description. I loved it!