just like a poet | poem

poetry

the poet thinks alone

and for too long. between walls

they sip glass memories.

hurt fuels pain long enough, until begin.

the poet is consumed by emptiness  

creamy pages they consider in quiet

for too long is their only duty.

ink that pierces skin, stains a poet’s mind.

despite their misgivings,

onwards the poet goes.

a heartbeat enough

reason for poet continuum

towards thoughts empty, then full.