Oh Dear Poet Poem by fergus michael joy condron

Yes you may write of long lost love, the pounding in your heart that will not cease, shall not let you be.

But now the pen and the paper shall conspire to be your own worst enemy, you shall know no rest, your mind will now always be distant from those around you, and they shall never understand the deep heated feelings of your words.

You, and only you, shall know this pain, lingering, lost leafs and that fear of never finding a home once ripped from the trees of summer.

You shall walk alone, as only true poets can; your mind shall it be tortured by the lack of understanding and clan. Oh true poet, only when you keep crying, the words, without a plan.

True poet, if it’s with you the words shall remain, you shall know you have this darkened heart, when the blood from you shall drain, it will make your heart a whimper, all feeling you never regain, and you shall hear the dark crows harking, within a dark refrain.

So choose your path my poet friend, be prepared to face the dark, and don’t make this choice too hastily, this never ending art.
You must lose the love of feeling, you must lie and betray your friends, for this art is dark, so dark my friend, you shall never choose again.