In the realm of insanity
Poets share the same hospital bed
Ever hallucinating on the state of the human condition
Poets are forever on the edge of a psychotic breakdown
Consumed by the chronic afflictions of humanity
Poets are always looking for the cure to incurable human emotions
Betrayed by the reckless nature of fellow humans
Poets are digging deep into the realm of imagination
Barricading themselves inside the world of consciousness
Searching for a potent antidote to greed and selfishness
Poets are forever on the verge of discovery
Excavating close to the Truth
Poets are foraging the sacred grounds
Equipped with the greatest imagination
Poets are forever cursed
Exiled to live on the fringes of the so called reality
Poets are inevitably self-medicating with anti-logic poetry
A concoction made of Love, sorrow and pain
Injected daily into their pulsating minds
Teleporting them into the poetic realms
Magical worlds saturated with Love
You nailed it there, where we always thrive.... but what should we do to change the world, the actual world we live in? Thank you for sharing your incisive poem.
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How very, very true! And how very well written You have summarized, The Poet's tragic submission And pain in a world, He detests, but cannot change Or control, no matter how young Nor how old. Thank you for this wonderfully unique piece.