The Poets, by Phillip Wilson Subscribe to rss feed for Phillip Wilson
Posted: 2015-11-16 15:10:07 UTC
When nothing else makes any
Who makes sense of it –
The poet.

Ethers of broken dreams;
Engraving sculptured nuances
That seek out harmony,
Making the discord of lost illusions;
Hoping for a voice to believe in once

When all has unraveled,
All roads traveled
led [lead] to nowhere;
The poet dares to take on the space,
The void of nothingness,
To blast a song;
(Empower to the harmony)
The poets dream.

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