By Donzell Taylor
The quiet poet
He writes but no one knows it
A Thought so loud but no one hears it
A Thought he fears being heard but worries
They judge his words before their minds clear it
He gets that thought which is the spark
For a poem, his light within the dark
Gathering all the fire he can from his inspiration the flame
When it burns out he can’t spark this one again
So days he goes by traveling in the dark
Waiting for the next time he finds that spark
The Abington Review Volume 13 