Searching
This past month I have been searching high and low
seeking havens where distressed poets might go
They fled the poets den in droves it seems
to escape a deranged poets vile extremes
The poets pen when used as a lethal weapon you see
leaves wounds unhealed to the tenth degree
And what remains after each atrocious attack
is a place so poisoned there is no turning back
So the poets flee in search of saner realms
where the raucous sounds no longer overwhelm
And as they find new homes where expression can be reborn
they write once more without fear of reprisal and scorn
So my search goes on to find each poets lair
where friendship and artistry are free of despair
Unfortunate it is that jealousy and rage are such
that they can destroy worlds that once meant so much
©Copyright Charlie Gragg March 20, 2011
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