The Story Teller Poem by HEG George

The best of them, give their best of all.
They answer a call to wield their written
vision, like swords before the march
and flirt with paths of tortured lines

Against insurmountable odds
they try to breach the code of
those with the captured grail
of consequential knowledge

Hand in hand and cheek by jowl,
battling with life's lexicon, they
rage to add to the very fabric of its
velvet richness

But, self doubt looms too large to
bear the false apparel of words,
when egos deflate like weather
balloons soaring too high

Partisan becomes the story teller,
too unsure to seek his praises from
abroad, reserving trust only in the
judgement of his own voice

But, to set in print such garish
cloth, ill-conceived with few true
stitches to bind it together; is
proof that nothing is brought more
proudful than knowledge is before its fall