That is what poets do
They romanticize pain
They idealize the torment
There is solace in darkness
Which they craft to enlighten;
Lure with words
The forlorn is adorned
Guilt is charming
Mistakes rewarding
That part that is revolting
The best line in their poems.
That is what poets do
They embellish heartbreak
To cement the heartache
But as soon as they leave their paper
and scenic thoughts captivated readers
Life can no longer render
The adequate metaphor
Agony is agony;
There is no substitute for it.
