in the poet lies a passion
which knows not how to die
love nurtures it forever
although she said goodbye
the rising of the full moon
against a star filled sky
bring memories of love, long lost
which make the poet cry
so would you be a poet
would you desire such pain
if in the heart of misery
you found your voice again
would you cherish now the words
as they tumbled in your brain
or would you curse the poet gods
"release me from my pain"
Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann
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