A Bard's Work

Imgp0750by P.H. Wilson06 May 2014

The poets sit alone
Their lives have started to drone
Eternal pens bring the paper to life
By revealing their strife

A bard's dream is another's reality
Yet they know it shall never be
They are destined to be unknown
Like a sin they must atone

Their wish is so unreasonable
Yet it seems so feasible
Leaving a bard’s work to heal your heart
And tear the poet apart