Poet

Poet
By Claire

The poet is
A teller of tales untold
Forming something out of nothing
Crumpling the papers of a thousand mistakes
Head in hands
Despair
Creeps in
From the crack
Under the door
Rises up
Ready to throttle the poet
When the last glimpse of hope is gone
But our steadfast hero
Sees a ray of sunshine
Coming from the window
He raises his tousled head
To the thin stream of hope
Then
Slowly at first
But soon faster and faster and faster
He writes
He picks up the neglected pencil and writes
Scribbling on the last sheet of paper
Desperate to contain the thoughts
That are streaming around him
And out of the open window
The sun shines in
And the room is no longer dim
No longer gloomy
Despair turns and slinks out
For this is no place for unhappiness
Only joy