Death Of A Poet

A poet without the words is like an empty shell, A poet without the ability to put pen to paper is but a shadow of themselves, The poet without the ideas of love and tragedy flowing into rhymes in there head is already dead.

The Death of a poet a fable untold, sometimes the poets just run out of clever stories and rhymes, sometimes the poet gives up writing through the frustration they'll never get heard.

The Death of a poet is really sad, I mourn those poor souls that art has forgot, the masterpieces that have never been printed or read, the messages of love and sorrow that should have been read! The Death of a poet with no funeral, casket or parade, the death of a poet happens everyday.