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THE POET PART I – DUSK

In his madness tears were silent rays that warmed his body like two hands

In his silence faces watched his pain, in his state love felt like rain

On his way he found all sorts of men, whores and books would soothe his ache

Leaned on the wet rail of a city bridge, as cars passed by, his only friends

Time would crush him in a restless sleep, while others thought that life prevailed

 

All those poems that he learned by heart, still unanswered they remain

He faced the lies when he was not prepared, you’re never hard when you’re thirteen

He walked the city, he had nothing to exchange, his only work was not for sale

In his anger he would base his creed, while beautiful dreams would be kept unknown

A noble man was soon to be destroyed, in the old world of gods where good prevailed