HazardA Poem by SorenThere is danger in being a poet, a razor tongue draws blood without pain Long hours of brain's sweat falls into an empty pocket with no visible gain Word toys of women and boys outgrown when he becomes a man Expected to hold emotional breath till death or as long as he can Critic's guns intent to maim all take aim on the heart of a naked name Metaphors of speech the deaf you can't teach rolling their eyes in blame Vulture birds they pick at private words vomiting bones and gristle that stick They ride a storm over form, rhyme and time, doctors looking for the sick
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