There’s a lost poet,
Searching to find their voice.
It’s been stolen by the sounds
Of raging screams
Of today’s society.
There’s a lost poet,
Struggling to push their way
Through the bustling crowds
Of the world they know.
So much anger,
Hands ready to grab and drag
Them down, so they may climb
The rickety ladder.
“If I’m going to fall, I’m dragging you
With me!”
Seems to be the motto
There’s a lost poet
Trying to find their voice in
The raging sea of society.
I really like this.
I really like this.
Starward
Thank you
Thank you
Olivier