The Death of Poets

This is very well written.

"Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream"

Very powerful. Fia xoxo

Thanks.  As with most poets who tackle this subject, I wrote this in a bad place

we all have bad places... my death as poet just happened a few days ago.. if ever your death as poet comes mine will surly follow

I always knew we were hooked at the hip, Sam

Fantastic message. Amazing flow and the wording is strong.

Thank you so much, Mr. Vision.

Meg

as long as our words are left behind, we don't really pass on

You might have a point there, Mr. Wolf

I like this ..

I'm glad.  Thank you!