The Spark

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