What good is it to be a poet ?

What good is it to be a poet ?

 

 
What good is it to be a poet
If it’s to be attacked at night ?

A little feeling
Here and there,

I crashed into
A wall

An invisible army
Teeth and bites
Clinging to my soul

It’s not elegant
And unfair

The weak
Always survives
In the grace of God

I don’t want to be
80 and go to court

I’d rather be 27
With no possession
And a crown
On the head

But the living
Is a difficult
Mistress

The city repels
Me

The people
Are not quiet
And escape
The truth

As soon
As a front
Closes temporarily
Another one
Opens

I don’t want to
Rule
But this time
I won’t escape
Myself

And I will accept
My fate

Life is ephemeral

I hope that these lines
Dissipate the fog

What the f****

I hope these lines
Kill the vain illusion
And allows a brief
Triumph of life

It rings, it bells
It’s a secret
That I need to
Master

In the little time
That’s allowed to
Me

Despite
Eternal
Stuff
In the end

To thee I praise

To thee I write

Let the fire burn
Quietly all night long

Let your presence
Fill me again,

Lord !

 

 
K.B

 

 
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