The Poet Awakens Poem by Inky Niks

The poet awakens,
As sceptics depart in an hour,
As the light fade on the tomb;
In the quirky stage of isolation
The bard will take a wordy shower.
With breaching hymn of the eerie dry storm,
Where seclusion is the only solution.

The poet awakens,
Where nonentity moans for the deceased,
But think of their turn,
Where affluence is devotion;
And humanity is a sin,
Where craving for sexual ties is a necessity,
Where spreading love is a crime!

The poet awakens
In the festivity of a frown,
When dreams of the dead are given more power,
Over the desires of living.
When lies are respected,
And the quiet is called alive,
The poet awakens in that darkest night!