The Poet
I sit in a corner
facing the world
I feel their pain
I am their joy
I hear their tears
as they drop to
the ground
I taste the salt
of their sadness
It permeates
my veins of life
Their laughter strikes
my ear drums with
a piercing happiness
and I
Catch their disease
but still I only
manage a smile
Their sadness is
my sadness
Their joy is
my joy
and
Their pain is
my pain
As I sit in my
corner that
faces the world
facing the world
I feel their pain
I am their joy
I hear their tears
as they drop to
the ground
I taste the salt
of their sadness
It permeates
my veins of life
Their laughter strikes
my ear drums with
a piercing happiness
and I
Catch their disease
but still I only
manage a smile
Their sadness is
my sadness
Their joy is
my joy
and
Their pain is
my pain
As I sit in my
corner that
faces the world