Death of
a Poet
He’s gone.
The words seem impossible
to hear
The thought too hard to bear
The loss too great to realize.
Our poet, our
leader, our friend has left without us.
Left us with art
to make
Wars to win
Friends to comfort
But without him.
Without his help, his kindness, his wisdom, his genius, his passion
His love.
Where are the words
to explain it?
Where are the thoughts to make sense of it?
Where is our poet, our leader, our friend?
Gone with the sunrise.
Gone with the East wind.
Gone as the tide turns.
Leaving only love,
and silence, behind.
© Ju
Gosling aka ju90
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