The Poet
Posted by arthenn on March 30, 2008
“The Poet”
A seed, of unearthed words,
Growing
Upon the soul of
The unknown poet
A heart of emotions
Capturing
The beauty of nature
Through unspoken words
The broken down fighter he was
Powerless
The beast of seizures
Not letting him get back into the ring
His heart subtle and tame
Suffering from pain
Damaged and broken
From being in the ring
His heart valued the love of the ring
A prisoner of unearthed words
Words intimate, with his soul
Whispering in the corridors of his mind
What will unfold of this fighter?
A future of desire and passion
To write
Instead of fight
The life he lived as a fighter
Etched, engraved upon the walls of his heart
The beast
Lies down, falling off to sleep
Searching the world over
The beauty of nature
Grows
Preparing him for a new role
The roots
Of his tree
Knows not what’s
Growing
Words always there
Hidden
Waiting for his true soul
To be set free
The observation of a beautiful woman
Encircles his future
A legacy of what use to be a fighter
Turned poet
©Arthur Henn 2008
