A Thankyou (To Those Who Know Poemhunter) Poem by Not Long Left

A melting pot of emotion,
Lives lived and read.
some hidden behind
heavily clothed words
some naked to the eye.
A cultural treat.
The celebration of word.
Each click
is like walking into a room
on chirstmas day staring
at a hundred presents
wrapped up in the lure
of a teasing title.
The unkown, the lonely
the pig headed, and
the wise,
sharing one patch of grass.
Often when things are not
going to smootly I am
treated to a kind comment
or two.
A hermit on the hill
brought back to the market
place of his past.
words from all directions.
Curtians are opened
light comes seeping through.
This poem is seen as it is written
but is brought about by all of you.

note: as cheesy as this sounds this site has in many ways improved me as a person and as a poet, not all may understand but you was never meant to, for you have your own path to follow.