To All The Poets Poem by Matthew Holloway

Broken minds and poetic lines
Drinking in unsocial hours
Becoming a recluse to the world
An outcast, stranger to many
Leaving some unable to understand
Your words and actions
The way you carry yourself even
Being labelled as crazy, odd, different
And not stopping to care
Only that next line, following verse
New idea to put to ink
Ode to the poetic addiction
Where you never live up to
Those you admire and read with jealousy
Wanting to craft a poem as fine
As those they left behind
Damaged goods, paper and pen
To all the poets
With love amen