Why The Poets Hide Poem by Amelie Ison

Do poets die like mortal men?
Or do they live forever in the shadows?
Hidden from our view,
Yet they are there, making notes:
Watching the world as it unravels.
Poets have always been here to witness everything new.

Perhaps the poets hide because they are unhappy with what they see.
But a poet is a poet, and cannot change a thing.
They are not world leaders or kings or gods—
They purely have knowledge of words and their value.
Yet they are not appreciated enough:
The creators of our modern world.

Only, the poets died too young,
And with their last breath, Mother Nature resigned.
She hung up her seeds
And hid away the key to romance,
And went, with the poets, to the land where
The immortals of our era go to die.